beautiful lie

Strange living in a twilight world
Where no-one knows
The only thing that matters to me

Strange to be living a lie
A beautiful lie
Held close so close to me

Pushing away all that can harm
Turning away from words
Not letting anyone in to see

Crack

Crack
Out like a light
Smack of torch on head
Echoing in my darkness
Taking out all the brightness
Breaking glass on skull
Spark out in the hallway
Stars circling my mindframe
Cry out to the bloody heavens
Cut back to the moment
Snap neck back and feel it
Crack

good intentions

I'm meant to be writing one of these every day
A rhyming couplet, a stanza, a short
The pressure's too much, though nobody knows
So it's only in my own head I'm caught
I'd like to have some stamina, some staying power, some will
But the voices in my head remain thought
I don't regret the good intent, the time I've spent to take a pen
And write a verse or two or one or nought.

quiet

Say nothing
Let's never speak of this again.

night owl

Late at night when everyone's sleeping
The night owl lies here, quietly weeping.

sound

I feel so shouted at
I can't hear the sound of my own thoughts.

Just the crowd noise the loud boys that frown upon and drown me out

I have no right to reply
So tongue-tied

If you opened me up
You'd find my words tangled inside.

How can I get out
Find a way through the traffic

The screeching horns and metal scream
The rubber squeals around me

So deafening so proud so don't open your mouth
Keep shut keep tight keep close to the ground

Don't make a sound.

357

I have left, gone away
Not at home.
Don't try to find me
I left no breadcrumbs.
You will lose yourself
In the corridors that mark
The route of my departure.

Mothering Sunday Bloody Sunday

Mother's Day is hard if you haven't got one
Or want to be, but are not, one.