A Prayer

Lord
Help me to trust you most
When it hurts
When I'm screaming
For something else

There once was a man who smelled of poo
Not surprisingly he didn't have any friends.

I like the sound
Of me falling apart
It reminds me what
I fell down for
The innocence
Of guilt at heart
Only this
And nothing more.

We'd love you for who you are
If only you were perfect

Friday the 13th

And I never even knew
One more minute left
Before this day is through
And anything I had to say
I didn't say to you
But fall apart
My Joan of Arc
And I will fall down too

I once fell so hard I broke my heart

We spend our days
In mortal plays
Piling anthills to the sun
Long walking ways
And try unsay
The things we've never done

I think therefore I am

I feel therefore I hurt.

So tired and why
Waste another day
Pretending not to be

Fall apart on daily basis
Just so I can put me back together
But all the horses and men
Couldn't do it again
Death at fifteen paces

I once woke up so much
That I fell asleep on the other side

Not happy
with the quality
or lack thereof
He is writing.
Grrrrrr.



Once I helped a pumpkin laugh
It sounded like a hollow drum
When all the seeds they rattled round
Just so the sound could come



I am the paper
That lives under a planet
Where the wild winds blow
So cold they freeze the molecules
I am underwritten
Turned over so noone reads
Pick me up and try to peek
The words will make you freeze


..... Yeah.
..... Yeah. Suck.

There was a time
When he was old enough
To give a damn
When having a thought
To rattle round
Made the difference
But now he wastes time
Stitching other people's
And calling them his own

He put his thoughts on paper
Half afraid he'd forget them
Half afraid he'd remember

This day
One like any other
Morning noon and evening
With yesterday as mother
Today
Unique in it's own way
As it gently strings
Present past and future

Inspiration

Gravity never gives up
It only gives down

I know you pull yourself apart
Every single day
Just remember to pick the pieces up
OK?

Three Things for You to Do

Sing a song for the broken hearted
Paint a picture for the lost
Catch me in a golden whisper

Wake up at night sometimes
And think slow syrup thoughts
That remind you of the importance
Of thinking with your heart
Though these foggy musings
Will ebb with the tide of morning
Tomorrow you will be left
With the imprint of their shape
Like footprints in the sand
Yet they reach back
And warm the callouses of your soul

If you build your dreams into skyscrapers
Keep an eye out for planes

The silences of baited breath

Gurgle

You remind me of the sound of a sink
The last gasp of the dying drink

you remind me of perfection
viewed from the other side

Poem of Random Typing while Tired

It's the colour of shine
Oh don't weigh me down
If I had a feather for everyone
Acting like such a clown
I'd maybe try to fly

Oh the fleece is warm and soft
Like the lining of your eyes
When the morning light plays havoc
On an unsuspecting mind

Every single day
An idiot
Lost in the dust
Of my own passing

Once I fell in love with
The end of a sentence
But these days it's all question marks
And nothing makes sense

My brain is dead
It jumped into the acid
And all burned up
I hope at least it's warm

Musings on an Angry Person

I'm gonna scream until my lungs give out
I'll look you in the eye and lie
And swear behind your evil back
You never had the right
To take my rights away!
I'd rather die than let you win
I'd rather fight than let you in
So mad that I
Could stretch a swearword
To the sky
I hate to even think your name
I want to cause you all the pain
In the world so you can finally see
The pain you gave to me!

I'm not sure she wants to be saved
If she's happy being sad
Cutting down the shoots so nothing regrows
But the hurts of being bad

Me

Man on a boogie board
Paddling like a fool
Drowning in the tidal wave

Freak?

Have you heard the sound
Where you fall down
And no one frowns
Because they all expect it
I'm wearing one now though
Because you can't beat up
The universe with one glove
Beating up yourself.

You're so busy getting lost
You don't take time to count the cost
Take the fork cut in the road
All alone, all alone
And find your mind has gone there first

Some new beginnings are just the old
With brighter curtains, no more mould
But it grows on you, like love
And all alone you
Find your mind in two perfect halves

Blues and greens
Find out what the colours mean
And all the shades of inbetween
Perhaps I need to change outfits

To think of humanity as Creation's chief end, with Creation only there to support man in exercising dominion is to view the purpose of a cake as to hold up the icing.

Dinosaurs with knives
Coming home for dinner
And eat you up
With sharpy pointy teeth

Sadness?

It's good to be able to smile
Without telling a lie

Be Free

My wings are delicate
Fused of air and bone
My feathers anchored softly
My heart it beats so quickly
Counting down a shooting star's lifetime
Set me free

Your hands mean so well
But fold like an invasion
My limbs so weak and tiny
Can't push you away
You weigh me down so heavy I can't hardly breathe
Set me free

I need to fly
I need to feel the earth
Fall away like pain
The snow-soft touch of air
To carry me
Where I can breathe again
Set me free
Set me free
And I will finally
Be
Happy.

Simon says:
bouncing thoughts
Simon says:
help you write poetry
Simon says:
when you try to snatch them in nets of words
Simon says:
so you can finally work out what they are

I wish.

Collander

Dreams are hopes
Leaking out at the seams
It seems I'm haemorraging

The universe slips
Between clumsy fingers
With the heaviness of nothingness

Time

The hunter becomes
The hunted
Killer time.

Clear
Clear as mud
Bust me up
Knock me down
Stand

Clear
Clear as rain
Wash me away
Watch me drown
Stand

Clear
Clear as pain
Watch me love
Stand the rain
Stand

Britain

Anticipate the fall
The empire hears you
And does nothing
The wall
Oh the wall will
Keep you safe
But fear has claws

Everything is fine
We are moving away
Because
The wall
Oh the wall will
Keep you safe
You don't need us

But fear has claws
And half the day
I guess it was only time
Till people say
"I remember Britain"
No more.

I know the town I know the type
All in leather, labels, hype
You stole the stars
You owned the show
You're an idiot to the bone

Waterfish

Marbles

If you've lost them already
You've nothing left to lose

Won't say
On tongue tip
Word play
Let it slip-
Shod round
Loose ankles
Pants down
What cackles
Wouldn't think
A moment
You drink
And own it
Split second
Cut straight
Turn left
Stumble
Doors let
In trouble
And me out
Breathing
Clean air
Leaving
Them there
The party
Sucked anyway.

Lonely field of bones
White like cuts of bleached sky
Crunch like potato chips. Dry-
Wash your hands in chalk dust
Taste the bite of memories
Rinsed away like never-flesh
These pale bands don't hold life
Just the stick-snap sound
Of passing on.

Concider waking up
It's like sleeping in
With your eyes open

I cloak the world in alabis
It helps me fall asleep at night
Knowing somethink keeps the sky
From falling down on me

Truth's more deceptive than a lie
Twist your arm, speak eye to eye
Push comes to shove, I say goodbye
And walk away from me.

Don't you know just what's happening?
Fall like dominoes from the ceiling
Crucify yourself to stay in armour
Better to shutup than to look down
This is the wrong side of town

Optimist

The future is sunrise over a calm sea
It hurts to look at now because it's so bright.

Trust

Trust is letting go and holding on
Trust is stepping off the edge
LORD give me the strength

Smiling at the future's face
Seeing the sun through clouds
Knowing pain will wake your dreams
Putting fears to sleep

Trust is letting God carry your broken heart.

Promises are truly kept
When it hurts

I'm not sad.
I'm heartless.

He Should Get Some Sleep Before Someone Shoots Him Dead

On the day the space-trousers came to earth, citizens and zoo keepers alike found themselves awash in the delight of having many different pairs of pants to try on, and knee deep in the frustration of finding that each one of those pairs are perfectly designed to accentuate a person's most embarrassing feature.

Matt's "Wisdom"

You put the suck into succeed. Hah. Or something.

Better a moose in the cupboard, than an otter in your underpants

As cattle rained from the sky, the farmers danced in the fields

Oh the light climbs over your shoulder
And sinks its claws through your eyes
I guess it's time to turn over

Yeah the sounds down the hall smell like breakfast
And your stomach longs to join in
But dreams are sweeter to the taste

It is easier to sleep without a brain
And better not to wake up with yesterday's eyes
But it seems I've lost the knack again

We settled down in our places
Marked out by little cardboard pieces
To keep us at a safe distance
So we would pass the beans
And not throw punches

The food was warm with memories
Though some of them burned
We remembered all our smiles
And some of them returned
Cobwebbed and shy

We retired to our own cars
And muffled all errant thoughts
In farewells and hugs
Promised to forget the past
But it was agreed we wouldn't

Have you seen the ice on the wings?
I think it wants us to land
Frozen homes and broken bones
Is all we understand

This much is true

I will do right by you

Reprint based off memory

Tomorrow settles
In trust and ashes

Finding the peace in pieces

To be finished?

Plans are just folded dreams
Down on printed paper
We can screw them up at any time
Or turn them into darts
And shoot for the moon

Still

Everything's different
Nothing's the same
Some things never change
Though

Friend

Not such a bad word
Not a swear word at any rate
Not the worst thing in the world
Not it's end
Friend.

Tell

A farewell
By any other name
Still hurts like hell

There is a certain inevitability
To the fall of tears

Cut the picture into two
At least half of it
Looks just like you

Not Hungry

Don't feel like breakfast today
But that's ok
I'd probably just get up and walk
Way to far to turn around
Or then again
I don't think I could hold it down

I had hoped that change was an adjective
Now I can see that it is a verb.

The Devil's Lines

The same old lines minted new
Tantalising in the pulse of black on white
An unexpected Spring shower, cascading through
The waiting chalboard of his mind

The same old lies come again
But this time better, heavy with reality
Proof against the shadows of future pain
Guiltless, shaped to his hearthole's missing piece

He falls like a raindrop every time
To sweet scents of promise in the waiting breeze
Somehow surprised again to find
A painful ground. Repentance on bleeding knees.

Every single day

It's God
Him and no other
Some feet were made for dancing
Mine were made to trip and fall
I'm amazed I ever stand at all
It's God
Him and no other.

One word He holds
In the sheep folds
As the lambs sleep
Its a solitary pickle
Who tickles the fancies
Of the silences
Who silently creep

A day without the Good Book
A day pettering out to inconsequence

Don't take fright
It's just nervous knees
Out in the night

Don't call today a lie
Simply waiting in the wings
Before I learn to fly
I'll have to pause for better things

Growing into It

She's in a adult's body
Peering out from grown up eyes
She doesn't fill all the spaces yet
She's growing into it

He was content

Simon says:
im startin to feel the only one
Simon says:
who gets sad
Simon says:
when people turn love into like
Simon says:
cause the day will come
Simon says:
when 'like' just doesnt cut it
Simon says:
and 'care for' falls far short
Simon says:
and that's when love
Simon says:
dances onto your lips
Simon says:
and its not trying to make itself sommink special
Simon says:
because
Simon says:
its just filling the hole
Simon says:
that is made by the specialness
Simon says:
that is there already

In all things
I submit to Him
Who is all and in all
May He grant me wisdom
Strength to head His call
In all things
May I give Him glory
Amen.

"You wear your life on your lips"

When I'm down
Go in for the kill

Cryspace

Silences and ringing bells
Where one plus one is one
Sadnesses and sleeping pills
You end up just where you belong
It's all right
It's all right
Caring is supposed to hurt

Absences and smokescreens
Easier than speaking your mind
Don't say what you don't mean
You've got to be cruel to be kind
It's all right
It's all right
Love is doing your worst


Two hands
One night
It's all right

Questions

It's an innocent thing
A few words hauled aloft
By a question mark
Hanging there, quite unaware
Of the mounting cost
That anchors the answer in silence

Nothing more than a question
Nothing less than his soul
He would shed the words like a tear
Or rip himself in two
To sustain the illusion of silence

Year's End

When all is said and done
When rubbishbins teem
With used speech notes
I'm glad I got to know you guys
It is a priviledge.

MWhahahah

Empty halls, quiet classrooms
One teacher alone
With a stereo
Sending sound dancing through the hallways
PLAY MUSIC LOUD!!


P.S. - doof doof.

I believe in the certainty
Of second hand sunrises

It seems God has His own way
Of teaching me patience

To Describe A Feeling

It's like being at the beach jumping waves when a massive wave you didn't see sweeps you off your feet and hurls you under the water. You mouth is full of sand and salt, you don't know which way is up, and you are struggling for air.

It's like you are a piece of a puzzle yet to be completed. You wait there alone and unattached, occassionally you lose a part of yourself as the puzzle Solver shapes you into the piece that will fit where you need to be.

It's like walking around with part of yourself missing, there is a hole in you that is only full of aching. And every fibre of your being longs for the missing part.

It's like being punched in the stomach while being hurled to the ground and stomped on.

It's like waking from a nightmare into another nightmare, till you aren't even certain you are awake when you finally do wake up sweating and terrified.

It's like being in a windowless cell so long you forget the feel of sun on your face, the taste of light in your eyes. So long that you wonder if anything is real beyond the cold stone of your prison.


Or something.

Emo out.

You found the words your youth snapped up
But it's not until you place down your cards
That the bluff becomes reality.

Bravery
Is acknowledging your fears
Then asking them to take a seat.

Standing here
In your dust
An odd kind of shower

Every day you wake up
Just as much a fool
Only some days it doesn't sink in

Stay awake to break the habit

It's all fun and games
Until someone loses a dream

The difference is...