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⚡ Thunderstorms ⚡
Thunderstorms
Running through my head
Rumbles getting louder
Scared things might be said
Hide away in a closet
Because the sound is so loud
Hide from the truth
Because the truths not allowed
Thunderbolts they are striking
Flashbacks of a lad
A childhood in silence
Adolescence was sad
But storms they get stronger
They gain strength with time
The rain is now pouring
I’ve a hurricane m...
Wednesday 12th August 2020 9:04 pm
Do they really need to know
Do they really need to know
Does it matter, does it show
Does it make them like me less
Can they see inside my head
Do they really need to know
Do they really need to know
Put on a front and fake a smile
Things seem ok for a while
Until the shadows creep back in
And the demons start to win
Do they really need to know
Do they really need to know
Everything looks fine outside
But I’m cr...
Saturday 25th July 2020 9:27 am
My Friend
this mummifying is so glorious
give me the bandages to bury his face,
his closing caricature and the,
the one I desired to decorate
in seconds we slipped to the hours
holding jokes with steady smirks.
Sometimes I doubt we were sober
perchance drunk on endorphins,
fleeting his sorrow in airless punches,
ironic the satire we spoke fell flat,
spiked us stoned and still w...
Monday 1st June 2020 9:50 pm
Arrhythmia
She hid in my chambers
Stored her music in right atrium
As quiet as she stayed
The songs she would whisper
Danced loudly in my veins
I tried to drown her lyrics out
But the blood rushed all of
Her secrets to my brain
Every ventricle has coagulated
Memories that are clinging to
Walls inside my heart
Causing sclerosis clouding my
Better judgment to push her a...
Wednesday 15th April 2020 4:55 pm
I am not locked up, I am the lock.
I am keeping a secret with myself
for myself,
clutching it within like a bird’s claw,
the carrier pigeons have been shot,
guess I forgot to warn the men with rifles,
suppose it wasn’t a clay pigeon after all.
My mouth is a gold crested envelope,
my lips are licked with wax:
they are an inked kiss,
the pout is the stamp,
my mind is the scroll:
bound and bound,
re...
Tuesday 10th July 2018 2:23 pm
Falling
My Heart Beat Beat Beat.
My Heart Beat Beat Beat.
Feels like I am falling from 9000ft
A rollercoaster with no end
& when I am with you it begins to ascend
My Heart Beat Beat Beat.
My Heart Beat Beat Beat.
may be hidden and discreet,
but it's the only way it can avoid defeat.
Thursday 31st August 2017 1:30 am
A Dream Come True
Feelings that once were hidden
Are now expressed to you.
Days that once were stormy
Are now the brightest blue.
Times that once were lonely
Are now filled with pleasure.
All that once was mine alone
Are now things we both treasure.
Nights that once were cold
Are now comforting and warm.
Fears that once were very real
Are now gone with the storm.
A heart that once was broken
Can now fi...
Tuesday 17th November 2015 12:40 pm
CUPBOARD
What is hiding inside your cupboard? Out sight and mind, forgotten about. Could there be a stolen stash of cash from a bank job that was never recovered? Or an antique Webbley pistol from World War One? Worth three grand. Maybe a small enchanted gold necklace lurks there which belonged to a real witch. Does she miss it? An old piece of paper with a faded love poem wrote in purple ink...
Monday 30th January 2012 3:49 pm
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