A sadness that envelopes and is lifted for a moment
Melts into a soul that is shared by two.
But for that moment nothing is clear
Not even the reassurance of 'I love you'.

These drops.
Not of crocodile but of something pure.
Unforced and uncontrollable.
Where did this sweet, missed taste appear from?

You've put me where I am,
And now you want me to take myself away...

Your wish is my command.

She waits

and she waits

and she waits.

So I guess she won't wait anymore...

Still Life/Fruit Bowl

She is reminiscent of that last piece of fruit
Left in the fruit bowl.
Covered in bruises.
Marks and scars
From being picked up and
Thrown back
One too many times.
Mouldy, dirty, unwanted.
Destined only for the bin.
To fester away.
Lonely
Wrinkly and
Old.

I do not love you
So stop asking me to
In your silences.
The torturous stillness you bestow on me
Breaks me
And then reinforces me.

she was losing everything. everyone. it was all falling apart, drifting away. she wasn’t sure she wanted to be any longer. it had only been three weeks since she had done what she had said she would never do again. but now she was feeling weaker than even then. she was broken. broken down. with no one to save her. how much longer was left?
there was no longer a happy ending waiting in the wings...

Within the clasp of a stronger creature
Nothing stands a chance.
The teeth rip out the heart
While maintaining its arrogant stance.
Watch the life fall away
Before realisation of what's at stake
Enters into an equation
As a future fiercely breaks.

Tiring of the sun
And its repetitious days,
The grey
Ever-changing
But always in waiting.
The sun,
It came too late.

What I used to love, I now despise,
You intrigue me no more.
You've brought me too far to be able to go back.
So I will wait in purgatory,
In my state of limbo,
For my time to come.
However it may come.

Don’t love me when you know me
Just know you don’t love me.
Find me when you’re lost
Or lose me once you’re found.
I’m not going anywhere.
I’m stuck running this ground.

She saw someone with his face
A face from her past.
How he would have looked now
Had his time been made to last.
It made her remember what could have been
Along with the guilt of having forgotten him
All but briefly.
That instant split second
As this stranger walked by
Made her regret it all
Why she’d dared not tried.

(written 19th May 07 - Sat, 1:02am)

If you leave me alone
That’s when it all begins.
The thinking.
The paranoia
All the things that made me ‘sad’.
Stay with me.
Make me smile.
Happy.
For a while?


(written 8th May 07 - Tues, 4:49pm)

You do not love me.
For how could you?
I have not the smarts nor the wit,
The arse nor the tits,
That I know you desire so bad

Awaiting a time
The words are no longer about you,
To you,
Nor the rhymes.
When the weather,
Whether thunderous clouds
Or sultry hot sun,
Matters none.
Peace at last.
No wind blowing through.
No pounding hard rain.
Bringing my words back to you.

If I thought you'd reply,
I'd bid you 'Good Evening'.
But as it stands,
I don't.
And so I bid you Goodnight and Goodbye

I did what I did
I've done what I've done
And I'll do it again,
I tell you!
It's fun!

And now i am no longer sure why i thought of you.
You show how you feel in the way that you do.
Leave me alone in an ending unwritten...

This isn't the picture i told you i saw that made me think of you... but when i did see this one.. it did make me think of you x

Combat the restlessness.
Milk the venom of a tired mind.
Live in simplicity
As self hatred's much too kind.
No sense to be made of,
Read nothing in these words,
Time creeps on regardless
As the point of life stays blurred.

She just wanted to get it all over and done with

The happiness of others
Like a sickness to another.
Lonesome destiny like a bad aura
Never to part.
The empty, cold places where rawness dwells
Always hidden under a made up persona.
Suffer the consequences of mistaken futures
Presents.
Pasts that are endlessly repeating.
Sit back while it rehashes itself once again.
This lonesome destiny.

'Emotionally unbalanced'
That's what they say.
The icicles that had begun to melt
They were now freezing once again.
Sharper shards encasing the tired and fragileness that remained

Thrown out of the window
From the second floor.
The time was frozen,
Preserved,
As it hit the ground.
Remnants akin to
The shatterings of a heart.
Spread over the pavement,
Unknown.

It was never her intention to leave this world,
To leave that house,
To stop being that girl.

It was not her intention to leave it behind.
Too early to explain
But she will in time.