Adam and Eve.

The tree of life stands tall today, 
Like every other fall.
The two year sentence I'm condemned to serve,
The tree, she towers my walls.

The poison fills my veins with bliss, 
A brief high of electric joy.
Resist the Forbidden, my living drug
Decoy decoy decoy.

But now the Apple has rotten again,
And I'm sent back down to hell,
Another two years will pass me by
Poor Adam is under my spell 

Cobblestone dream

And she steals him with every street. Every leaf and cobblestone is true beauty, hard as she is. I do not compete. 

And my empty heart aches for the shell. If I were as hard, an anchor or rock. Instead, his support is metres underground, further still. 

I had his heart, I did. 

Poisonous, eternal living and speechless, 

she wins. 

Torn

Torn 

From the go between what I thought was right and what knew was true. A steel hole was punched, filled with unconditional love and infinite support. 

But the steel ached. 

I resented the steel and cradled the love, boundaries pushed. I wrapped roses so sweet and thorn covered wire around my steel, my worthless protection. 

But now. My wilt roses, soft and purposeless next to the empty steel, still aching without worth. 

Poem: Paths

3rd Aug '12

We take the route we know once more but it feels different to before.

I hold you on my shoulder although we are not much older I just feel like I have grown with you.

I stroke you hair, look in your eyes for the hundredth million time you tell me how to love you without words.

Wordless love is oblivious, to what I hold in my heart. When I want you.

You begged for what I begged to do, your patience rewarded you but still,

you wait.

Poem: Rain

3rd Jan '12

Rain is poison to delicate souls, the colourless potion makes anything cold. Dripping and pouring leaves evidence around, coating and soaking poor innocent ground. Words are the acid that burns us away, and truth is the coldness we all have to face.

Poem: Untitled

29th Oct 2011

You don't know you're crazy, do you?

Sleep tight forever and never wake, that way you'll never run away. I am a hypocrite, but I am not. I'll be your metal cushion for emotions you will never feel