Issues

Your issues
don't dampen my tissues
these days.

Random Saturday

Can I gently stroke your thigh, Peter?
Look into my eyes, Peter.
Will you tell me lies, Peter?
While you laugh with your pals, Peter.
Can I read your poem, Peter?
Was it about me, Peter?
To my suprise, Peter.
I never realised, Peter.
Don't ever come back... Peter.

Drop

I love to feel you
dripping into me.

But why do you always
drip through me?

Champion

They can
call me a champion,
that's their right.

They can
call me a role model,
a professional,
a world-class
athlete.
The best.

They'll never know
what those words mean.
What they really mean

I kinda like that.

Criticism

I can take criticism,
just not from you...
Asshole.

Over

Shadows,
give the mind toys to play with,
in the dark I can't tell the difference
between me and you.
Sometimes dreams are just dreams,
filing memories randomly,
not intended to
make the morning shower -
But the ones about you
are so hard to forget.

Opinions

When people talk about football
seriously
and at length,
it makes everything seems so pointless.

Opinions are meaninglesss
for the
mostpart,
they suck the life out of me.

Listening to Bloc Party
makes me
want to write again,
must connect with me in someway.

Somethings will help you to remember
you childhood
adolescence, where
ultimately you were at your happiest without knowing it.

It's quite possibly true that the money would make anyone
basically happy
but not truely happy,
and there truely must be something in that.

I can't tell people what to think
though
I want to,
it's the opinions that divide us and actions that bring us all back together.

In my opinion.

Fences 2

I lean my head
against the window pane.
The rattling makes my head bounce,
so I press my head harder
against the cold glass.
I'm comfortable there,
with senseless lyrics
swilling around with my evening thoughts.
Through my season-stained pillow,
all I see are fences
lining every route
and following the angry toots.
The air is filled with defences,
people feeling the need to
justify their actions and apprehensions,
usually to themselves.
I wish the driver could take more care
because my head is starting to ache
more than my neck can take.
I’m inside my own thoughts again,
time takes so long
and I'm not judging right or wrong
again.
Is there really something more to this
life?
Or do we just say 'fuck it'
and live for the moment?
Surely hindsight will tell me,so why the hell do I worry.

Winter Moments

You can tell
at this time of year,
the sun is moving further away.
Even the sun's shines are cold
to the touch,
and I don't feel young so much.

Something still burns though,
as I pretend I can breathe fire
with freezing smoke coming from my
hamstrung lungs,
dispite this ice blue picture I'm
set in.
All that's missing is the stream crossing bridge,
and you,
but you aren't missing - I know where you are.

The brave winter birds are
with me,
bubbling along,
singing their troubles in a song.
Sometimes it's a struggle to
get on,
but the sun will come back around
a few months along.

Smoke/Fire Cliché

Your
smoke
had no
fire,

yet I still got singe-d.