Friday 6 April 2018

The Disease, The Deceased.


 Depression
 Really is,
 A deep dark endless abyss
 Of pain
  And suffering.

Hah.
Who am I kidding?
Lost in this labyrinth 
Again.

Square one.
Undone.
Time to stop the run.

Time to lie down.
Time to shut things out.
Time to fall
And drown.


Thursday 19 March 2015

Dusty Grey Matter


Close your eyes
Listen to the whispers of the past
Reach for it
Let it take you
Consume you
Caress your pain
Let it love you

Open your arms
Keep it handy
Keep it warm
Don't let others
Stop you and deny you
Love it deeply
Don't let them make you
Seal that darkest room
At the back of your memory

Because you know
Wearing that new sleeve
And donning that new hairdo
Never really killed your grieve
Your past is what makes you

Thursday 19 February 2015

Hole Again





Pull the trigger
Graze me honey
Don't forget to brush your teeth
And don't turn off the lights
I can't see you from beneath




Tuesday 2 December 2014

So High So Low




Lost
is the fleeting neon lights reflected in your eyes
as you're hunched in the back seat
cruising the night

Lost
is the bass thundering your heartbeats
taking you up into the emptiness above the clouds
away from the heat

Lost
is when you're in an unfamiliar place
longing for the home that no longer feels like home
the home that you'd never want to stay
but always think about every time you're away






Monday 17 November 2014

Tucked







I am lost from head to toe
Every skin and sweat in the pore
I am naked down to the core
Love less lost more








Monday 3 November 2014

Un-Being


I am the heat
Simmered in the smoke
That you sighed as it cut your lips
I am the thread on your pressed shirt
Waiting to be burned
At the stake of your fire
I am not the secret
One would ever want
To share with another

The last to love first
The first to perish last




Tuesday 28 October 2014

Unintended


There's something about you,
That will always greet me out of the blue.

Is it the moles on your back?
Is it the nook of your teeth?
Or the bones beneath your cheek?

Maybe it's the crease on your collar,
Or the smiles that never get older.
Perhaps it's the way your finger,
Flick the ashes off the cigar.

There's something about you,
That made me smile,
That made me fly high,
Out of the blue.