(2013)
There's always one that doesn't fit in a group
you run wild with blissful abandon willful ignorance to others cares jump straight in with nothing to l… head first through doors showing y… your persona is less than conduciv…
We dont speak the same language an… Its more than an impinge of vernac… Its a constant fight of pointless… Its circa, middle of the road, a h… We breath the same air and feel th…
I have walls that I’ve built up brick by brick, heart by break, the real me is so well guarded I’m a difficult bad dream to take, I’ve constructed myself a fortress
monochrome this world has run out of favours this floor I traipse fading jaded heads pool no common sense its colour gone
popped balloons taped to the front… a twenty first birthday banner at… a living room full with one person… the low music playing won’t numb t… people invited seemed to not want…
virtue sings of you and your name, every move made not happenstance, regal strides and posture hold fir… years of idolised glances to stare… more than a surrender of heart, mi…
A pep talk to the masses A chat to ease high spirits back i… The northern drawl as sickly as mo… A lemon sucked grin upon his face “The world is ours, if we choose t…
I used to think that faith was what held love and that even though hidden from m… it would grant me one day its shin… but the darkness of indifference
how sweet the rose once smelt now, as the petals fall to the flo… their memory leaves a deep welt and it leaves me craving more. how sweet we two once were
I throw the rope over the beam and stand upon the stool place the noose around my neck sob and cry and drool an unmistakable sadness
beyond the cliffs and the whistlin… and the sea spray and the salty ai… beyond the dark clouds and their p… and the rain that mingles with tea… beyond the corners of a town growi…
red suds foam onto the floor frothy blood spat out in mouthfuls… an extraction that leaves a face t… its repeatedly being slammed in a… red suds foam down my shirt
I have no forgiveness in my heart just the tired soul of a vengeful… who’s wings were clipped long ago and behind gritted teeth snarls chained in the garden like a guard…
a salacious yearn forms a tryst fr… a pool that flows the floor about… as you hang and drip dry your wagg… drooling a mouthful of relaxed poi… to then recede your gaze to a tabl…
this dark dug out hollow where the loyalties of men are hon… says more with an empty gesture than is ever said out loud, they want your blood and tears