None of them so much
As to be considered
I’m going to write
It down anyway.
Dawn falling in fragments
Chasing the nightmares
Back into my drowsy head.
Classic novellas that
End with a kiss
Rather silly, when
The whole point
Of the story
Am I still your delight?
The pinnacle that throws
Blossoms under your sheets
And makes you smile with
Am I still your late nights,
Or has insomnia coquetted you?
The silver snow stirred
In an autumn pantomime
My patio steps are slippery
A blackbird hums distant.
I promised I shan’t admit such a thing, but…
The songs they sing feel like home.
The irretrievable memories
Of you laughing drunkenly
Under sodium streetlights
As I kept the secret of time
Away so we wouldn’t have
To depart so suddenly now.
Realm infected shadows slip under cedar oak limb
And they painted solemn lips a disorienting black
Vagabond lilies predicating the spirits of escapism
And again the sober hostages soused away the rest
With thrushes, silhouettes and asphodel disembark.
The magnet polaroids
Stuck to the refrigerator door
Showing a false smile under layers of
In a bad party for the ageless
The pedestrians of Ridgemont High
Are caught in fast times
And the brake halt threw their heads
Out of the car window.
My pulse is dancing in colourful circles
Won’t you try to catch its flightless beat?
Calla-lilies serenade the moon
Icicles piercing icteric sunshine
Stars made for butterfly cocoon
Frog grass stepping, undefined
A diary written in brushstrokes
Of one artless individual’s chest
My ink is bleeding out and soak
I’ll tear out the pages of the rest.
i never cared much
for a mirror.
frivolous and vanity
at what you might
like ghosts or parallel
to give scares
but what chills me
not the monsters or
it’s if i looked into a
don’t fancy what i see
and it’s not
a spectre, but simply
They said that mirrors show your identity
And your true soul sits on the other side
She heard this verse so many times already
As she stared dully at the reflective glass
Thinking “Either they are all a bunch of nasty liars
Or maybe I am just a vampire.”
…I can hear the children talking , screaming you’re a wreck
If you think you’re so convincing, where’s your self-respect?
Hello, my old friend
It’s been a while since we last met
I know that may have shattered you into a million pieces
But I’m sorry for that, that won’t happen again, I promise
I forgive you. So how is your life?
Still overflowing with endless torture and strife?
How are your friends? How is your family?
Are they still stabbing your back? Treating you as an enemy?
Oh yes, absolutely, they haven’t changed a bit
They still trod over me and make me feel like shit
Um, that promise I made? Yeah, you can tell
I still haven’t fought back, and surprise! They still give me hell
I see you still have those scars, and some new ones too
And your eyes are still bloodshot and lifeless
Your hair looks like it hasn’t touched a brush, it’s a mess
Or is your life even messier than that, true?
I know, I know, I look like a big train wreck
What can I do? It’s even worse than before
My mind’s in shambles, I’m a walking accident
If I can’t rearrange myself, d’you think to my life I could do so much more?
Ah, I meant no offence at all, so sorry
Maybe I started out a little too heavy
Sorry once again, but pray tell go on with your story
Perhaps maybe you’ve got good news to tell me?
Well…I’d be lying to you if I try to be positive
Just look at me, talking to you, barely trying to exist
Well, good news, I stopped eating colorful pills for breakfast
But I replaced it with bullets instead; the taste of death lasts
That’s barely good news, but I really couldn’t blame you
I know what you feel, I know what you’re going through
I know I’ve said this a million times, but you won’t listen
Please try to survive, please live, don’t get dragged down by them
God, are you seriously listening to yourself right now?
You’ve said the same fucking thing over when we last talked!
Have I changed? Have I gone for the better? Hell no!
Stop preaching to me, you hypocrite, you know that ain’t how I walk!
Calm down, please, I’m not the villain here
Stop banging your fists against the glass, you’ll only hurt yourself
I’m your only ally, you and me against the world, remember?
If you refuse my gospel, then who are you gonna cry for help?
Sorry, no, I didn’t mean to be so angry
It’s just that…just that no one cares anymore about me
Sure you’re the only one, and you couldn’t even dry my tears
I’m turning schizophrenic, it’s just as I feared
There you go again, stop planting doubt in your mind
I’m as real as imagination can get, as you could easily find
Let the idiots think whatever, let them spread their slanderous lies
Just as long as you know it isn’t true, because humans do little otherwise
Ah, I think I hear my mother screaming from downstairs
Yelling something about my blood on the wall, or some mistake I made
I’d hate to leave you now and cut this off shortly
But I still have to return to my own wonderfully shitty reality
Oh shame you have to go, well, goodbye then
It was so nice to have a proper chat once again
But please, one last thing, for me, for you, just try your best to live
Because I tell you, dear girl, the other side of the mirror ain’t as good as you think.
I stare at the frosted window, peering deep into my soul
But only nothingness did I see
I look into the mirror, hoping to find myself whole
But instead, a monster greeted me.
Black roses are dead
Wilting violets a dull hue
All laid on your lonely grave
As I say goodbye to you.
Sometimes I imagine if I ever suddenly disappeared
Would it even matter, would they notice I’m not here?
But no matter how much I wish, and no matter how I feel
I know it’s just simply impossible, and I never will.
>A BEAUTIFUL LIE<
A lovely dress to cover up the scars and wounds that they all despise
Thick makeup to hide my washed-up face and swollen eyes
A mask of happiness to muffle out my painful cries
And now I’m finally finished:a very beautiful lie.
>A FUNERAL FOR THE LOST<
Lighted black candles and a blazing chromatic pyre
Seraphs, in chorus, mournfully singing dark requiems desire
Roses, faint of blood, sharp thorns ready to wound
A funeral for the lost, a shadow mourning under the moon.