Another Tale of Echo (16.11.16)

Echo stopped her pining and got some self respect.
Her friends helped her lose the rosy glasses,
And she saw Narcissus for what he really was (waste)
Spending hours staring at the mirror.
(He wasn’t that hot anyway,
His days of hair were numbered!)
So she moved on, ignored his calls
And was cool but distant at parties.
Once Narcissus realised he’d lost a fan
And was the only one staring at himself all day,
He decided he’d actually cared.
Luckily, Echo was too smart for those games.
He couldn’t make her cum anyway…

4 (06.11.16)

Seems a life lived in lovers is where I’m left,
Measured in spoons of sugar-sweet syrup.
From lazily leafing through these viscous hours
Rises wondering over days that can never be replaced.
To forget these would simply see them waste.

The fear of all outweighed by the initial,
An existence of abandoned Significants,
Self query of originality retained.
So far a life led in uncertainty appears painfully sure-
To know, however, would aid trials no more.

The human mind remains inarguably convoluted:
Arduously decoding my own is an ongoing effort,
But to determine the ardour of another is a task to
Topple it seems even the greatest of brains.
To love must be to trust, as else nought remains.

Phugoid (17.01.16)

His father said I feared two things:
Failure, and losing him.
I would say I fear one, as those two
Are one and the same.
The loss of someone you value that much in the world
Seems like the greatest failure can be.

Drifting (22.09.15)

Two ships set sail in uncharted sea,
One is you, and one is me.
We could sail cross-ways this ocean wide-
Perhaps we’d meet on another tide;
Perhaps, with nowhere left to float
We’d settle down and leave our boats;
Start again in somewhere new,
You with me, and me with you.

As we set sail, as two not one,
I wonder why this must be done.
To sail longside, I can’t but think
Our prows could clash, our boats could sink.
Perhaps we’d glide without a storm,
And you with me, you’d keep me warm.
An undivided fleet of two-
You with me, and me with you.

‘Religion’ (12.04.15)

Under the far reaching darkness
Hundreds congregate in artillery lines.
Heads bowed,
Whispering small nothings to the empty heavens.
A soft susurrus sent up to a starry sky;
A plea for the safety of a brother, sister, mother, child.
But alas the gods are gone,
Buried under rolling hills or lying in verdant valleys.
They sleep eternal, and all prayers go unanswered.

My Love is the Sun (06.02.15)

My love is the sun.
When he leaves, my world grows
Cold and dark.

Seeing him is like the sun rising.

The sun is setting now,
A mere 24 days to go.

And each time I see him
The sun still rises, but
Made painful by the knowledge that
Too soon, he will leave and the sun will vanish.
Stolen away behind the horizon,

Plunging me into a darkness
That will last for far too many months.

Meaningless Little Things (05.07.13)

There are these things.
These meaningless little things-
And they are omnipresent.
Always there,
Always waiting.
They wait for the time when you are the
Weakest,
Then they climb.
They climb up into a tower,
Wobbling,
Toppling.
And you have to sort each and every one,
To stop them falling,
To stop them breaking you.
But they always do.

There Was a Girl (09.05.13)

There was a girl
She was broken inside
But the sun seemed to shine
When you looked in her eyes
Her heart it was crying
Though she stood by the light
She looked the wrong way
And misread her plight.
She tried to be happy
She tried and she tried
But part of her soul
Had withered and died.