20/1/2015

I can find a piece of solace
In the little steps
In all the hollow victories
And moments of sleep

I speak in riddles
I write poems in reverse
I sing harmonies like dirges
I speak slowly at first
Till you really get to know me
Then I’m a puzzle without a picture
I’m a cloud of uncertainty
Don’t take the time to talk to me
Don’t waste your time on trying to stay

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18/1/2015

She was like a lost horse
An only child, in every sense
Save for her parent’s fluff ball of a dog
And she was a romantic at heart

She’d been to an all-girl’s school most of her life, and had emerged knowing very little about men
Pictures of men littered her walls like threads of a mystery in a detective’s office, like she was building an identikit file of a person.

I don’t understand what she saw in me
I think she still sees it, which is very strange.

16/1/2015

Picture this

The next few moments will be the best of your life. Every thread you’ve let dangle will come together in a multicoloured bow at eye level, everyone that’s ever left, ever changed, is back, exactly as you remember them best. Yours again. Plucked from the ripest moments of your history and restored! Cue music! Roll credits! Thanks for watching!

It can all be yours for only 9.99, every possible happy ending and promising beginning in high-def, Blu-ray quality, surround sound, directed by Martin Scorcese…

But here’s the sting

You can never ever tell anyone

If you do, you’ll forget it. It’ll all fade away, the smiling faces, the laughing dead that never died at all. Your enlightenment, your moment of absolute joyous clarity, it will never make sense to anyone else.

Can you live with that?

15/1/2015

I wanna die surrounded by
The tiny lights around your bed

We’d make such beautiful believers

I wanna lie surrounded by
The tiny lights above your head
I have gilded all that glitters
But I have business not completed

15/1/2014

I wanna die surrounded by
The tiny lights around your bed

We’d make such beautiful believers

I wanna lie surrounded by
The tiny lights above your head
I have gilded all that glitters
But I have business not completed