repeat prescription sympathy
that’s the shoulder you seek to we
a faceless nomination
as your tale grows worse, and on a
I’m not a bag of hard emotions

and she said to me
I’m dating a black man now,
and I bet you really hate that, do
I said, probably not as much as he
am I missing something here?

i know the risks, that’s the buzz
what else can people like me do,
punching through the wet paint of
to probe the depths of our own ins
a gruesome flavour

a button you wear for every occasi
your love holds me still, its anch
an ornate deluge of memories of yo
tiptoes a rare nostalgic profusion
we’ve soared just as eagles have

can you forget when used to laugh
at all the pain and the scars,
if you walk a fine line or a knife
inevitably you’re going to fall,
can you forget when we drove your

I’m an open book you said
You wear your soul on your sleeve
You hurt too easily
And give your love to free
But I can see through

i see your face and I hear your wo
but you’re not like us its a disgu
a cloak that somehow i see through
where others fall tripping on your
like weeds between flowers growing

it erodes me
my steep that you make waves in
it houses me and you
we’re clinging to an artists dirty
this acid bath strips me

watch my tears swell
the corners of my eyes run
the red tinge from constant sheddi
in my eyes it leaves its tincture
as the pain of life leas its harsh

spray paint my pupils
and infuse my blood with st johns
stabilize my palpitating throat
as my hand cups the frame of your
only a foolish general sends troop

Cabbage white butterfly
What tales could you tell
Flitting here and everywhere
Dancing through the air
Flying around my garden

a flaming profusion of synthetic r
and a cheeky moulded plastic face
a hole in your back where my hand
to move your mouth and make you al
though no movement in those electr

I work a boring forty hours
five days of a misery unknown,
each day I plan my suicide
to be carried out when weekend com
then as I clock-out on friday even

I’m not so sure that a kiss on the
this gradient lets the our world s
we could wish for a tad more from
but we know we’ll cry out our eyes
no seeds grow, this soil lays stil

No manual is given or pamphlet wri
To cushion the transition from boy
And as we feel our way blindly, in
We’re set adrift on a turbulent oc

a man who’s face is forever obscur
can never show his gleam of truth,
a shape-shifting mass of uncertain
turning the wheels of power round,
In a puff of smoke quietly arrivin

Held fast in the gaze of a demons
Heavy lids to cover the darkest be
Heavy arms to shelter and nurture
Though the gap stays as cold and u
Through the years the headlights s

you offered me asylum
and that’s where you housed me,
chained to a bed in a room
the stale smell haunting me,
you offered me a reason

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over the mountains I can see you f

her life was an open book
her verse a word too long
full stops a bridge thatched far
her length not short enough
she struts around the edges

this wooden mould of a decaying ma
this cloak of splinters encasing m
should be no reminder of a loyal c
of the boy to man I used to be,
my eyes no more from daylight hide

It seems as if its awoken
Like a steadfast bulwark on wheels
Plummeting down towards me
Pious platutudes and cliches amass
Sheer weight that grows dimmer as

I don’t feel the same
the world moves, and I stay... sta
a desire for life that’s twisting
its creaking, its gnarled wood is
I hold on to no hope

peel back your skin
who will you show
what will you be
and who will you know
your cats eyed face

you live your life forever unhappy
persistently vexed at who you are,
permanently gazing at the treadmil
wishing you were them, while they
you live your life forever unhappy

I hate you
and I know that you hate me, too,
I can tell by the shutters of your
they close like a portcullis at my
the way that your fists clench and

you give me small favours
more cold than aloof,
your vaccine is a tawdry air
the scrawl on a strange arm,
you have my heart and I’d like it

the sound of this land lays empty
a dormant glaze pours through its
this opulent terrains bounty of pl
now shudders numb as birds recede
the graveyards full of the living

with a face full of intermittent b
your mouth resembled a piano keybo
like headstones in an old cemetery
suffering terribly with subsidence
and as you stutter and stammer

I live my life in darkness
I’m the shadows murky trail
The ebony plumes of a minstrels so
That tells a sadness of bygone day
I’m the obsidian stain of the nigh

father, my life has been hell
you turned your back on me,
the smallest glimmer of value
I meant less than that to thee
what revolution will you have me s

two eyes peeled and on you all the
this bespoke majesty of hurried ga
sanctity comes at the cost of one
the periscope of nosiness comes an
a black two dimensional picture is

I can’t stand the dunderhead
God knows I’ve tried
She deflates a good mood
She’s misery personified
All the effort and time

you’re a perfect blunt instrument
passively aggressive, you bring my
your words are like a long slow sl
or a groin crushed by a maverick w
you’re a perfect blunt instrument

I have no forgiveness in my heart
just the tired soul of a vengeful
who’s wings were clipped long ago
and behind gritted teeth snarls
chained in the garden like a guard

you’re a dangerous beauty
like a god of unnatural order,
forcing me to rest without peace
you smirk a revolutions start,
you’re a dangerous beauty