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Posted: Sunday, May 10, 2009 - 1 comment(s) [ Comment ] - 0 trackback(s) [ Trackback ]
Category: Poetry

Without you I am nothing

An empty shell made out of pine

Running my hands on the etched lines

 

And I can't mend them

Neither can you

But you could help me escape

Where I could breathe in the air

 

I could get high when we're mouth to mouth

I could run my finger tips through your hair

And on the tip of your ear

But I can't

I'm not worth your care

 

Expectations of asceticism

Here I am

I'm sure you know I am not one

To torture myself...

Usually

But I'm trying to bind this tourniquet

Tightly and surely for myself

My heart cries remorse

For what I do not know

I never committed any crime

Or denied anything of life

I would defer to you in a heartbeat

But you beat me to death for nothing

 

I've never seen you act so shallow

You could throw me to the ground

And say I ring hollow

Fling your opaque crown to me and turn away

You could make me disappear

I wouldn't mind if it was for you

 

I feel outnumbered by one man

Who says progression to such a feeling is demented

Call me a romantic

Call me crazy

But I'm going to die

Someday

And you, beautiful creature, will never fall away

 

If I got hit by a car today

How would you feel?

If I was terminally ill

What would you do?

If you held me in your arms

For my last breath

I could never tell you how much I love you

But only say the words

 

I love whispering your name

Especially in bed at night when she's there

I'm different when Nina's singing to me

She changes me

And moulds my mind into something beautiful

Oh how you did the same to me.

Posted: Sunday, May 10, 2009 - 2 comment(s) [ Comment ] - 0 trackback(s) [ Trackback ]
Category: Poetry
Daffodil, lying on the ground
Golden-yellow petals growing ragged and older
Getting paler now
This is a product of irresponsibility
One of shame and humility
 
Girl, lying on the ground
Golden-yellow locks tumbling around
Becoming ragged and old
As you lay in the cold, unaware of the world
This is a product produced by children
Older than I am
Denied a right of grace and honour
Due to lack of cover and subtle conversation
 
Where is your moral highground?
You are lost in this moral playground
Fixated on intoxication,
Inebriation
Clacking like a goose
Tying your own noose for social status
Deprived of any real emotion
Motivation is not a relation...
 
Your life is a game
A caberet
Full of unatural light
And skin unworthy of the public eye
Scraping away the dignity
Like a paint chip on a crumbling wall
It won't be long until you fall and realise
Where you are
This is all we can hope for
Since few of us can speak
As we are overlooked
Trained to be invisible
And remain as ghosts
As you celebrate and exclaim
'We are the drug of the nation'


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