Shouldn’t everything be fine right now? Perhaps it should, but it is not. Shouldn’t I be hard at work? Perhaps I should, but I am not. Shouldn’t I be smiling more? Perhaps I should, but I am not. Shouldn’t life be easier? Perhaps it should, but it is not.Read more "Shouldn’t everything be fine?"
Who knew you could break your own heart, could shatter it into a million pieces? Who knew you didn’t have to be involved with anyone other than yourself? Who knew that grey clouds would ever come as a solace? Who knew a loosened tie would free your airway up that much? Who knew something impulsive […]Read more "Who knew?"
I had a million reasons to feel down. I had a million reasons to want to drown. But then there was that one reason to resurface and breathe air. You were standing there! I can’t take my mind off you. Try as I may, nothing can keep me from my hands drawing your silhouette. I […]Read more "I draw your silhouette"
I tap my feet, I tap my fingers. I nod my head, I hum a tune. Today is just an average day. But oh how unattainable “just average” seemed but a year ago. So I swirl around the whisky in my glass, I ride on an average train, but in first class. From the depths […]Read more "The beat"
With strength regained A priest newly ordained He watched as it rained To his beliefs chained And he walked from Jerusalem to Rome, wondering how the church ended up there. But is all this criticism really fair? Well you call it out, you show the world and yet it’s still there. Behaviour too gruesome for […]Read more "A set of rules to live by"
Do you want me to lead you to a place you haven’t been? Do you want to taste the bittersweetness of sin? Are you a projection of all my fears and lusts? Your hair is wavy because of wind gusts Have you met the others, have they made you scream? Have you showered yet […]Read more "My indulgence"
I wish I was writing down what made me happy Wish I had a story most critics would find too sappy I wish I could drown in rainbow vomit Sunshine out my ass, supersonic I wish I had something to tell, something mundane That would fit on a postcard, that’d be plain A tale […]Read more "Pollock with my intestins"