As cold as the sun,
As warm as the snow.
As loud as the silence,
As high as the low.
This could be
the meaning of life,
For all I fucking know.
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
As cold as the sun,
As warm as the snow.
As loud as the silence,
As high as the low.
This could be
the meaning of life,
For all I fucking know.
Searching
for
light
Raised
in
darkness
Our
numbers
grow
Despite
the
sparseness
The
words
advance
in waves
Their
ferocity
I cannot
stop
But all
too soon
there’s
nothing left
As I’ve
wrung
out every
last drop
It’s
over
We’re
done
Now pick up
your shit
And get
gone
The
black
sheepThe
ice
queenBoth
these
thingsI’ve
always
been
I cried for
hours this
morning
I found your
notebook in
my pocket
Now I’ve
started to
read it
I don’t
know how
to stop it
‘A day without laughter is a day wasted…’
Oh fuck off Charlie,
Life’s far too complicated.
It
will
always
be
you
Do you want to hear the truth?
Good.
Because I don’t want to tell it.
I want
nothing
more
Than
to be
alone
With a
bottle
of booze
Sitting
in my
own home
With the
lights
down low
Listening to
my favorite
songs
Remembering
my
rights
And
justifying
my wrongs
There’s no reprieve
For those who venture outside
As on All Hallows’ Eve
There’s nowhere to hide
Those
piercing
eyesThat
matte
black
beakI wonder
what
secrets
you
would
yieldIf
only
you
could
speak
All this blood
All that gore
I mustn’t spill
Too much more
Does it
follow meOr do I
chase itEither way
aroundIt’s still
pretty shit
I’m not
scared
of youI’m
scared
of meNow
I’m
lostIn
this
insanity
Rain, rain go away…
And don’t come back.
You arsehole.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
Screaming the words fuck you out loud
As, like the night, she walked in beauty
I wished someone would just come along and shoot me
As I, in the wood, took the road less travelled
I sat and cried as my mind unravelled
And as we talked between the rooms
I closed my eyes and succumbed to the fumes
Do
these
tears
ever
stop?
If only
we could
just drift
away
to seaInstead
of being
trapped
here in
misery
I fear I’ve
had one too
many a drink
tonight…
Perhaps now
is not the
time my story
to write…
There
was
once a
lightThat
shone
in my
lifeBut
now it’s
sadly
gone outFor
I
have
foundHeroes
let
you
downOf that
there
can be
doubt
Just
because
you can
Doesn’t
mean you
should
Just
because
I can
Doesn’t
mean I
would
People leave.
Fact.
Here
once
again
Same
old
day
Same
old
pain
It was
what
it wasAnd
whilst
we
had
funNow
it is
what
it isAnd
the
guilt
has
begun
Punctuation;
is (only) as important,
as you ‘want’ it to be.
If
love is
not what
you say
But
what
you do
instead
Then
you’ve
fucked
up
On
both
counts
mate
So be
careful
where you
tread
I went
in there
just now
The one
I went into
with you
They were
playing
your song
on the radio
And because
you would
have smiled,
I smiled too
I don’t bite.
Much.
It’s time
to put you
back in
your boxTo fasten
the lid
and change
the locksI cannot
continue
down this
pathFor if I
do there
is no way
back
Counting the days
Counting the hoursYou bring the wine
I’ll bring the flowersCounting the minutes
Counting the secondsWe’ll both take a pill
As eternity beckons
All happiness
is fleeting
All sadness
is depleting
I’m no
longer competing
From sanity
I’m retreating
The relief
is palpableMy anxiety
is pacifiedOur normality
is restoredThank fuck
you replied
I wander barefoot
in the rain
Trying to wash
away your stain
Now that I’m left
in eternal pain
I’d give anything
to laugh again
Looking
up
to
the
sky
Tears
falling
as
I
cry
Asking
over
and
over
why
Will
you
forever
pass
me
by
In a world full of cubes,
I’m a dodecahedron.
Overly complicated.
People
like me
can never
be lovedIt’s something we
won’t allowPeople
like me
can never
be lovedWe simply don’t
know how
I got lost
in his eyes
when he spoke to me
and, for a moment,
I wondered what
it would be like
to hold his hand.I’m sorry.
I rummage around inside my head as I search for what to say
But the silence means all you hear is that I don’t want you to stay
I rummage around inside my head as I look down to the floor
But the silence means all you hear is that I don’t love you anymore
What is painfully sad for both of us is that neither of these things are true
But this jumble sale of words in my head prevents me from being honest with you
I really
should
get out
of bedAnd do
something
less boring
instead
My joy
is in your
weakness.
Your solace
is in my
pain.
Both
forever
destined,
To dance
together
in the rain.
Drunk
Happy
Drunk
Sad
Fridays
are a
bitch
I don’t care for sun
I don’t care for rain
What I need is thunder
So that I can breathe again
Another
day spent
trudging
through
the
sludge
of life
still
refusing
to budge
forever
trying to
avoid the
judgement
of those
who secretly
hold a
grudge
against me
I’ll look again,
if you like,
but I’m pretty
sure there’s none.
Fun, happiness,
joy, laughter,
I’m pretty sure
they’ve gone.
Waking up to find that,
once again,
I’ve lost my mind
at some point
during the night…
I foolishly
made a
mistake
today
I opened
the box
I’d hidden
away
Where the
memories of
my life
are kept
Along with
all the silent
tears I’ve
wept
It’s too hot to think
as I sit here on the brink
of yet another nervous breakdown…
You would come charging in on your white horse
Thinking you’re going to save the world, of course
But you’ve got nothing to offer underneath all of that armour
You don’t fool me, you know, you little charmer
Admit it.
You hate this as much as I do.
It’s what keeps us together.
Death.
The ultimate break up.
So I managed,
in the end,
to get out of bed
And it’s been a
shitty day so far,
just as I said
So I was right,
I should never
have tried
For I’ll never
escape this
pain inside
I can’t even
bear the thought
of what’s to
come tomorrow
No doubt
it’ll just
be more misery
and sorrow
Perhaps I’d
be better
off staying
in bed
Then I might
just escape
these thoughts
in my head
It’s
amazing
the
difference
a shower
can makeInside
and
out…
When you see me, you see the finished article.
Washed, dressed, hair in place, make up on and a smile on my face.
But you don’t see what it takes to get there.
You don’t see me trying to muster the strength to open my eyes in the morning.
You don’t see me forcing my weary bones out of bed.
You don’t see me berating myself as I sob in the shower.
You don’t see me looking in the mirror as I question whether or not today is the day.
You don’t see me wracked with indecision on what to wear.
You don’t see me soothing my pain as I twist and pull out my hair.
You don’t see me apply make up in the hope it makes me disappear.
You don’t see me riddled with anxiety as I lurk in the doorway.
You don’t see me breathing deeply before finally pushing open the office door.
When you see me, you see the finished article.
But just because you don’t see the struggle, doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen.
Just because you see me smile, it doesn’t mean it’s real.
How I look, is not how I feel.
Momentory conversations
With temporary people
Sharing fleeting emotions
Providing non-permanent relief
You were keen to kidnap my kindness
and you were happy when you hijacked my heart.
You smiled when you stole my soul
and you laughed when you looted my life.
So why is it me that has been sentenced to life in this prison?
While you’re walking around out there scot-free?
Sometimes
I think
I’m too
stupid to
understand
Sometimes
it feels
like I’m
the only
one that
does
Everything has
changed
while everything
has stayed
the same
In this city
I once
so proudly
called
‘hame’
The warmth of the sun on your face,
The anticipation of a road trip with friends,
The promise of tall tales around the campfire.
It’s the little things that bring the most joy.
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