fun,

It seems intoxicating a self is the only entertainment for spoilt minds.

Are we all really that bored?

Clouds moving to make British mountains, appears to be light. Today I'll be the wind, cold wash over your pale skin.
All life like beings consumed by the trees, my lungs feel hollow without leaves keeping green. We are shadows of something beautiful.
The stars were born above us, before us, now they're falling into the eyes of the sea. Swim beneath me and into my blood before the sun evaporates my silky pores.
Serein skys, it's almost light. I'll crumble into the day to watch your face change, leave my heart in a seed and plant it outside your window.
Roots under your house, i doubt you'll even notice the cracks upon the walls. Ruffled petals, falling..we're all just threads below ground.

what to do when

You're a bullet and
I'm a bird.

to be continued

I've blocked my windows with books so fiction can seep in with the sunlight..

found draft

half moon
half sky
half night
half light.

smoking my lungs dry

finished, not so.

No smooth lines in my bed.
In my head,
collections of pictures i stole from your face.
I do not own, a single eye lash
the way i like, what i like.
You gently tear them
and they fall like butterflies
onto my stomach.
That noise, those noises
talking to you.

We're a stream of permanence,


I can't commit,
to..anything.

6 am

Stiff fingers
'Imperfections and flaws'
you're flawless to me
Dry airwaves
Coughs and cups of tea


The sound of you living kept me awake
now i'm too tired to sleep....

Baby, you aren't mine.

Sink your teeth in and swallow me

i no longer taste the same.

this is, this.

Cold morning
soft thighs, weak legs.
Bloody sheets, i guess flowers bleed.
Dreams of kisses and self pleasure,
thoughts of nothing else.
Moments devour the rain, i'm indefinitely soaked.

Knocking back small cures,
today i'll buy a waterproof, and sing into the rain.

Sometimes i feel sorry for myself

Today i feel small, tiny and weak. A baby bird tissue soft, pink and delicate.
My skeletol interior is as good as liquid, dripping from my muscles and out my throat like vomit. Hot and acidic, melting my heart into an unrecognisable shape.
Hold me, enclose me in something thermal to cusion my heavy head, my neck is too weak to do so.
A nest of sorrow keeping my feathers warm one of which i built from scratch.
I hope my wings fully form and take me somewhere pleasant,
i'd give anything to fly away

memyself and i

Tangled in, sugar coating. Easy definition but so hard to define. This mind burns, burning bridges to greener grass and in comparison to the last this is starting to wear thin. Feelings errupting picking parts of terrible nothing. Questioning all but the height of the fall and how hard the ground will be when i haul myself over the edge of myself.
Knotting inside outside of the divide. To separate would be to participate in all that is feared, with demons so alien that generate dehydrated tears. What karma is this to manifest shit, started from nothing only to hit the core of something like before, a memory not missed is now present with this.
Present and past nothing hopefully lasts, and this time round feet are somewhat touching ground with the world spinning around, so fast it's hard to listen.


Ignorance is bliss.

in question

a loyal heart without a form
fluent dreams of a free mind
elegant reality, combine.
i'll correctly deliver a self portrait
once i've descovered how to paint.
I am imperfect.