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His hand and eyes he lent to us
For almost five and forty years,
He gave us childhood, hope and truth
And visions of our darkest fears
Exotic heroes, distant times
And swirling planets far away -
He coloured thoughts and drew our dreams
And showed to us another day
He honed his subtle craft like steel
Eschewing easy, common things
And shaped through art our ...
Tuesday 2nd October 2018 12:35 am
Harry died in his bed, sad
But nobody knew.
Someone knocked on his door
After a week or two.
When there wasn’t an answer
Someone went away,
Just thought he was deaf
Or, gone out for the day.
Then a week or two later
The mail’s in the hall
But the postman’s too busy
To give him a call,
And the milkman stopped coming
A long time ago;
When there isn’t a sign...
Monday 27th August 2018 7:53 pm
What if I fail
What if everything that I hope to accomplish
What if I really be on mtv
Would that change a “U don’t mean shit to me”
To you mean the most to me
Let me stop
Let me pause
I never did good
So I never got a round of applause
Always found myself behind bars
For not following the laws
It seems crazy I always wanted...
Thursday 31st May 2018 3:12 am
I watched the shit dripping from the walls,
I watched the piss rolling down the windows,
The stench overwhelmed me
and I fell into a state of unconsciousness.
A nightmare emerged of tortured souls in crimson coffins
Turning in their graves to avoid the violence of the living.
Crippled corpses shielding their eyes from the hellish sight
of the quick ridiculing and repulsing the quick.
Monday 14th May 2018 10:23 am
Life insurance death payout doesn’t make sense
Surely you’re meant to be a live to enjoy the payout?
But they only pay when you’re dead and buried
Something aint right there…
Saturday 14th April 2018 8:45 am
Why do I care for the dead more than the living?
Is it because the living are moody
Can double cross me
Always lie to me
Ruin my day in a thousand ways
Make unreasonable demands of me
Want all my time for their demands
And so much fricking more
I made the right choice
Prioritize the dead
And satirize the living
Who will all be dead in 100 years
Tuesday 3rd April 2018 8:03 pm
I feel like I’m not even alive
Feels like something had died in me
Or maybe it’s just me who is dead inside
Lost touch of who I want to be
Can’t you see?
I’ve got a super fucked up head
I can’t ever fall asleep
With each night, I begin to hate my bed
I’m in much too deep
I just want to sleep
Seems only time I’ll get sleep is if I wind up dead
Ah, going to sleep, m...
Monday 5th March 2018 10:01 am
It is a curse
To have a flying soul
And a cinderblock mind
To feel the call of the sky
But to be afraid of heights
I am Schrödinger's cat
Alive and dead
At the same time
Thursday 27th April 2017 12:59 am
If you asked
what my heart
I would say;
half is pain.
If you said
love was dead,
Clear your head,
break the shell.
It's called pain,
caused by words.
Cant blame it,
bred to kill.
Sad but true,
both the halves...
Friday 14th October 2016 6:11 am
You pick up the trees and you wave them like fans
But her face continues to sweat.
You unravel the ground and you drain it of soil
But her stomach never rounds,
Her mouth remains open.
You bottle up the ocean till all water is extinct
Yet she continues to faint of thirst.
You take life from the earth,
You remove breath from the world
And she continues to perform still bi...
Saturday 21st May 2016 4:59 pm
Flowers mark the spot
Tied to the railings
Marking the spot
The shrine beside the road
For the passing world to see
Never allowed to forget
Sun-bleached photo at it’s core
Decaying flowers surrounding
A reminder for the careless drivers
Too busy pedestrians
Texting as they walk
Thursday 14th April 2016 8:46 pm
Every morning indecisive and overwhelmed
Who should I sit by?
The question is,
Who would want to sit by you?
I mean, No one wants to,
And you know it.
That's not true.
I've got plenty of people who wouldn't mind me.
There’s the girl I sit next to in class
And we talk from time to time.
Oh, and don't forget the boy who waves hi to me i...
Thursday 7th April 2016 3:27 pm
dancing and in hand
with dirty water
ripple down the street
a screeching tire
splashing and skids
on the empty, black road
the engine pumped faster, the gray sky smiled in turn
the tire hopped a curb, then flew from the ground
the tire clashed with the earth
mud splattered the clean paint
the car rushes to gain an in...
Monday 4th May 2015 7:37 am
Each November we are reminded, watching poppies fall...
Each represents a life surrendered answering duty's call.
And later, in the weeks that follow, when snowflakes fill the sky,
The mind is filled with thoughts of those whose lives had soon passed by.
Each fleeting flake a forfeited future deprived of its true worth -
And like the poppies - sent to fall and fade back in the earth...
Saturday 1st November 2014 3:03 pm
Roses are dead,
they smell like Le Pew.
But they still smell sweet
compared to you.
Roses are dead,
now you feel blue.
So take a shot neat,
and uncork the screw.
Roses are dead,
our hopes are too.
You were a cheat,
but I was too.
Thursday 11th April 2013 5:26 pm
Your body was found dead in your flat, three months gone and smelling like hell.
They came and took you away, to the morgue downtown, an unhappy place.
Clearing your flat they found £4.88, not much to show for a lonely death.
Always on your own, eternally in death. How sad no one will see you buried, a pauper’s death, the undertaker the only witness at this sol...
Monday 31st October 2011 1:32 pm