he said imagine all the people
but i can't do that when i can't see them
my eyes don't work,
every day they just get worse
yours are his
mine are hers
but all i see
are the blurred lines
of a reality
that's always one step ahead of me
Wednesday, 10 December 2014
IN LOVE WITH HOW I FEEL
so maybe i'm not in love with you,
just the way i feel
but that doesn't make much difference,
doesn't make it more or less real -
in fact,
it just makes me ill
and i know that lovesickness is a cliche
but a walking,
talking
cliche
is what i've become
Thursday, 4 December 2014
ONLY LONELY
am I scared of being alone
or just refusing to grow up?
scared that if I'm ever alone
i'll know the pain of loneliness
I've only previously heard about
from you
and all the other broken homes
or just refusing to grow up?
scared that if I'm ever alone
i'll know the pain of loneliness
I've only previously heard about
from you
and all the other broken homes
Wednesday, 3 December 2014
ZOMBIE
I am a zombie
half dead, half alive
telling the truth and lying
at the same time
trying to live, but waiting to die
and the thing is in this life
if you're not laughing, you're crying
so I pop these limbs back in their sockets,
empty my pockets of last night's treasure
and nurse my hangover
like a post-adolescent Florence nightingale.
the marks her fingernails made
are still on my skin
as I think to myself
what it's like to be living
I realise I'm no longer a man,
but a zombie:
half dead, half alive
telling a truth and lying
at the same time
trying to live,
and
waiting
to
die
half dead, half alive
telling the truth and lying
at the same time
trying to live, but waiting to die
and the thing is in this life
if you're not laughing, you're crying
so I pop these limbs back in their sockets,
empty my pockets of last night's treasure
and nurse my hangover
like a post-adolescent Florence nightingale.
the marks her fingernails made
are still on my skin
as I think to myself
what it's like to be living
I realise I'm no longer a man,
but a zombie:
half dead, half alive
telling a truth and lying
at the same time
trying to live,
and
waiting
to
die
Thursday, 27 November 2014
DELICATE CYCLE
now I feel ungrateful
too late to appreciate
what I've got
or not looked at all
a fool,
you trust me
open 24/7
sore head
a machine,
leaking,
stuck on a delicate cycle
you pass me by
quietly thinking
what it would be like
to disappear
too late to appreciate
what I've got
or not looked at all
a fool,
you trust me
open 24/7
sore head
a machine,
leaking,
stuck on a delicate cycle
you pass me by
quietly thinking
what it would be like
to disappear
PIN HEAD
the concrete illuminates
my sorry eyes
the smoke I breathed
the girls that believed me
are gone now
how do you know who I am?
de-pressed,
a button
that's broken
but I'd never choose
to be like this
I'd kiss you
tell you it's fine
and by fine
I mean fucked
but I am the lost soul
I am the selfish son
no meaning in the bottom of a glass
no belief that this will last
no pretending without you
my pin head, pin heart
dead romantic
at this moment,
you mean everything
my sorry eyes
the smoke I breathed
the girls that believed me
are gone now
how do you know who I am?
de-pressed,
a button
that's broken
but I'd never choose
to be like this
I'd kiss you
tell you it's fine
and by fine
I mean fucked
but I am the lost soul
I am the selfish son
no meaning in the bottom of a glass
no belief that this will last
no pretending without you
my pin head, pin heart
dead romantic
at this moment,
you mean everything
Thursday, 20 November 2014
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