Wednesday, 9 November 2011

Living life on the petrol light

So I'm going to put up another really old poem of mine. It's kind of sweet and really innocent, I probably wrote it about 5 years ago now so the naivety is just absolutely golden to me. You can tell though that I'm expecting love to be a long and difficult journey. I'm a psychic.

I’d like to live to learn a different way,
Through your eyes and press replay,
To feel you heartbeat through your shirt,
To hold your hand through all this hurt,

I’d like to look at love between the sheets,
To kiss you sweetly on the cheek,
Through the night-time all I dream,
Is you’re my king and I’m your queen.

I’d like to live to hear the sound,
Of your laughter echo all around,
Or maybe miss that subtle joke,
To go out shopping although we’re broke.

I’d like to live to feel the breeze,
of rhythmic breathing whist you’re asleep,
a caress across my skin I learn,
that it’s not hate, but love that burns.

The love that I can no longer keep,
The heart that beats away from me,
The hand that hides your face as you cry,
When you turned and said goodbye.

I’d hate to live to feel the ache,
To be alone every single day,
But what’s the difference between that hate and now?
The show has ended, so take a bow,
Take off the makeup, take off the smile,
Hide the sorrow, hide the frown.

And dreaming is all that’s left,
The one thing I’ve insured against theft,
In my memories, or in between,
Where we live that lifetime, in my dreams.


She was there in my dreams, my inner heart-
She lingered by the beach’s shore,
Perching on the vicious rocks,
Angry and pointed in total chaos,
Beat upon by the sea.

Black hair flew like tattered silk
Reaching out to the expanse
She smiled and turned and put to me,

“Wouldn’t you love to sing
The rhythms of the waves
If you could capture the sea
Drifting lazily in and out
Of consciousness
A dream so sublime
The angles failed to capture it.

Wouldn’t you love to sing
The rhythms of the waves
Its slow resounding heartbeat
Crashing heavily, sighing lightly
Drifting lazily in and out
Of memories
The thousands made and cherished.”

She was there in my dreams, my inner heart-
She lingered by the beach’s shore,
Perching on the viscous rocks,
Angry and pointed in total chaos,
Beat upon by the sea.

She’d always been there, and I’d always answer yes.

ok these ARE my deviantart posts. but hey, originality doesn't pay

Saturday, 22 October 2011


I wish

I wish I could write you a million lines,
each one ageless and priceless throughout time,
I wish I could give you the stars in the sky,
because the sun's far too lonely to give to my love

I wish I could move us far far away
and I would be true to you to the end of my days,
I wish I was sweet and loving and kind,
not bitter and callous and falling behind

For I am something rotten inside,
I'm sure of a virus, my sickness of mind,
I am angry and sharp and quick to judge,
I will break you and fuck you and sell all the parts

Its selfish for me to hold you so close,
or really is it you who's holding the noose?
This distance between us is a cavern in this bed,
you're fighting and snarling alone in your head.

I see the end, it's evenly matched,
you'll break me and I'll destroy you in a world ending crash,
more poisonous and dangerous and difficult to love,
treading water to keep your head above
you'll be broken and bitter,
I'll be sick still,
the voice in my head saying
"that went well"

So I what I really wish is that we'd never met,
To take back this energy I've spent,
But now we have, please stay close,
I'll give you the world of a strange little girl,
Just put your hand in mine, and we'll run blind,
Leaving the promise of our collision a million miles behind.


The music in my veins is fading,
like a slow steady thrumming running out of my veins.
Sweetheart tell me, is it my head or my heart that's out of time?
Please count the rhythm for me, please be my metronome.
Please be my metronome, please be mine.
- This seems to be all that I can write for now, that is half decent. In the meantime, enjoy a pissed off poem below, that is pure rubbish.

There are icicles in my heart,
I am cold and dark and cruel,
I am pushing against a wall that seems to never move,
Break it down and it'll break you

Find me on the edge of the knife
I am the grazed, shaking fingers scrabbling through the dirt
There are icicles in my heart,

Fight me on the ocean deep
I am a million tonnes of pressure on your chest,
The wall you push against that never seems to move

Breathe me under greying skies
I am the chlorine gas filling the chamber,
I am the poison that festers in your soul
For I am everything you wish you'd be,
Break me down and I will break you.

Tuesday, 15 March 2011

I want to lie down in a field and listen to City & Colour, whilst watching the stars go by

So, I've got a new "project" called An Hour Before Dawn.

I'll put up our first song within the next month :)

Thursday, 10 March 2011

Fountains of Joy

Lets keep it short and sweet, angelSo, this is what happens when I get labrinthitis and cabin fever. I was climbing the walls, really.

I never really realised that home can be anywhere you want it to be.

If I could choose, my home would be summer. It's not a genuine location, but I've always been a bit of a strange one...

And I can't wait. Genuinely can't wait for summer.

So, bring it on.