And you fell asleep (poem)

The stars turned inside out tonight,
boarded up all the reasons to glisten-
and packed away all the splendour,
stealing away each and every glory of the night-
in haste, burying all the shine in the thick
and damning sludge of the night.
And you fell asleep.

As my mind catacombed away from all the light,
from my first ever newborn break of day to the-
sunset of my first loves kiss.
Tearing down the sunsets like paper on classroom walls,
my mind ripped apart all my best joys
and the shortcut dreams to good sleeps.
And you fell asleep.

When my eyes squinted at the brightness, bursting, never-
breaking my sealed doors.
Each and every blink, the quickest and cruelest reminder,
of how I must learn to cope with my all of my darkness,
temporary and permanent.
And you fell asleep.

Love is a chaos (poem)

Love is a chaos,
it is the only catastrophe we willingly walk into.
We dance in the rubble and sing along with the sirens-
even and after, when the power cuts out.
Calling for the ambulances, the brigade too-
but all is too late, the chaos has seemingly formed-
around you and with you.

Love is the chaos that no fast talking, scare mongering-
reporter could ever prepare you for,
it is the danger in the best fairy tales-
but there is no chapter for your personal chaos.
We chase trains for it, pray for delayed planes for it,
skip the paid education classes for it,
because, similar to other chaos’s,
it is a once in a life time thing-
that even if you avoided,
it still reaches you, binds you.

Love is a chaos from beginning to end,
from the conception of the sky scrapers to the whirlwind of wonder-
down to the last piece of smashed glass picked off the floor.
That chaos that chases you when you slumber,
the only disaster you could ever find beautiful-
with a heart that cannot, will not, detach from it.

And when such chaos is over,
when you no longer cough up the dust-
or fear the daylight of tomorrow.
Once that  beautiful, charming chaos
abandons TV screens and runs out of print-
you wonder, how you will survive now it has passed.

 

Forget the cape (poem)

The Disney movies-
bungling my chances,
how can this accent compete,
with white magical romances.
I would if I could-
buy you a fairytale,
all they got in stock,
is this fairy in a headlock.
You see that girl over there?
Her nose a colour of blue then green,
we used to be on the same side,
until she threw me back into the ring.
Peeling the label off a tequila bottle,
they’ll probably ask if she’s a model,
and her eyes will conduct lightning,
that compliment plus intoxication-
is so very frightening….yeah.

I got my friends to keep me insane,
nobody saves the world with-
alcohol in the brain,
but we all put on the cape,
to save tomorrows day.

The fear of monotony convinces me-
of my need to save for a lobotomy.
You never would believe,
that all I know is what I’m trying to leave.
The bottoms of your heels accompanied with-
the odour of your dress,
keep your smudged lips shut,
the sun rise will be less impressed.
I lack the calibre to aim dirt towards your ear,
just because apologies cover stains-
doesn’t mean they disappear,
you may of washed the bedsheets darling,
but the washing machine still knows-
who. was. here.

I hope you got friends to keep you insane,
we set fires to our worlds with-
alcohol in the brain,
just forget the cape,
nothing should never need to be-
saved.

Safe Old Love (poem)

Eyes laced with bad intention and tights that blister thighs,
a duvet full of nights I cannot help but despise-
she ain’t broken but I volunteer to put her on the mend,
is your love for her a stage test for some sweet pretence?

The triangle never alters its shape,
but the edges blur and transform in many ways,
nights out, collars up and songs that never rust,
sacrifice that safe old love for unreliable lust.

Anticipating Jack and Daniel to persuade you into a call,
that flashing on your screen outshines the disco ball,
Not having any effect has become a realistic fear,
words are backgrounds when bodies become near.

When safe love finally loses its evaporating sex appeal,
find me in the shadows, with a soul to squeeze and a mind to steal,
My heart swims in zones of despair,
feeling you close now, but I also need you there.

Safe Old Love (poem)

Eyes laced with bad intention and tights that blister thighs,
a duvet full of nights I cannot help but despise-
she ain’t broken but I volunteer to put her on the mend,
is your love for her a stage test for some sweet pretence?

The triangle never alters its shape,
but the edges blur and transform in many ways,
nights out, collars up and songs that never rust,
sacrifice that safe old love for unreliable lust.

Anticipating Jack and Daniel to persuade you into a call,
that flashing on your screen outshines the disco ball,
Not having any effect has become a realistic fear,
words are backgrounds when bodies become near.

When safe love finally loses its evaporating sex appeal,
find me in the shadows, with a soul to squeeze and a mind to steal,
My heart swims in zones of despair,
feeling you close now, but I also need you there.

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I love it when you call me baby,
rolling your eyes,
flutter your soft lashes,
I am away with the Swansea tides.

Hanging on, telling the boys, 
to not count on my appearance at the local,
I am not at the bar,
there is no liquor involved-
when I get vocal, at how beautiful you are.

When I am drinking,
on a well worn leather sofa
and some mint blonde tries to get her hand in my thigh,
her night will be fruitless,
you are the only apple of my eye. 

Shades of lilac (poem)

I was cruel,
shades of lilac- floating.
a lover, nearly satisfied.

Light the candle your grandfather gave you,
fight the demons with a bible or a bottle,
do not declare your eyes as your only vision. 

Judge me, love me and then commit-
oh in the bed, in the library,
find me, I ache for-
shades of lilac. 

The saloon and ballroom hold us apart,
fight or dance with the nightmares,
a night to remember-
a night to forget. 

I was fulfilled,
it is so clear now with all the grey,
no more shades of lilac-
a lover, close to little nothings. 

Singing lullabies for my mind,
punch me, I love a bruise,
you used to be so-
kind. 

Happiness is in yesterday,
I do not know what it does to me,
but the rain I could depend on-
the sunshine brings shadows.

Shades of lilac,
of blue, of red and green,
all of them or none like them,
the flower is dead.