Poison

 

Mascara tears

on porcelain

white skin.

Skeleton thin.

You sell sex

for heroin.

Dirt encrusted

nails bitten

to the quick.

Suck dick for a fix

as the tears scratch

themselves deeper in.

A festering heart,

loathing the skin

you pull on every day,

and the hurt keeps on rising.

as you look for release

any way you can.

 

Sick.

You give away

everything

for a fix.

Poison

bubbling away

within,

but you can’t kick

the urge,

the pull

to feel well when

the sickness kicks in.

 

Pinprick skin

as the needle sinks in,

spinning spirals

down to hell.

Angel wings

torn to shreds.

Feathers left muddied.

You give head

for a hit.

Walking through a pit

of self-loathing.

You get used to it,

you lie to yourself.

Another alleyway

another slice

of your infested heart

given away.

 

Get out you scream.

You can’t go back.

Get out you scream.

Spiralling through

the pavement cracks.

Get out you scream

to the demons in your head.

Get out you scream

like you did way back when,

fourteen years old back then,

struck down

by that man in your bed.

So many years gone

memories long dead,

but the alcohol

on his tongue

still hangs around

your neck like lead.

Get out

you scream

as in the throes of a bad dream.

Get out you scream

but you couldn't wake from that dream

and instead, you fled into the night,

into a new nightmare instead.

 

 

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Alchemy

 

I’ve been a bit busy getting old,

but that hasn't dulled my words

or soiled the need to share my soul,

for in these words, I find lead

and transform it into gold.

And I want it to pave your streets

through a world

that can sometimes feel so cold.

I’m not a magician or a word alchemist

I’m just a soul that has lived and kissed,

felt the bliss of what it truly means to exist.

And it is this that I want to grant

Like a genie from a lamp

with just one wish to plant in your heart

like a flower, petals shaped

in tender embrace around your soul.

 

I want to gift my touch.

Not with fingers or hands,

but with breathless words

that fly across lands.

I want them to sift through

your thoughts like sand

through a sieve

I want them to shower you with love,

so that you have even more to give.

 

I want to embrace you,

but not with my arms held wide.

I want to be the whole countryside

that you dance through in your mind,

I want to explore your world

to feel ever grain of truth,

I want to taste your words

as they leap from you.

I want the remnants of your pain

to become my pain too,

so that I can truly know you.

 

I’m not here for skin on skin,

I’m here to sink into your brain

and connect with your feelings,

I want to understand everything,

so that when I do speak

it is only to gift you belief

in you and who you truly are within.

Not just the beauty you wear

but the beauty you are

like the light from a distant star.

 

 

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Skirting the edges

 

Can we stop circling?

Always skirting the edges

of this thing,

can we just dive in?

Let those words touch

for the first time

instead of always

missing the next line,

because it may be frightening.

 

Can we not hide behind

synonyms, or metaphor.

Let us just call it what it is,

let’s stop avoiding

knocking on loves door.

Let’s drum away

and let our heart wings beat

as our bodies soar.

 

Can we stop hiding feelings

in mystical meaning?

Leaving fleeting mentions

in pieces of writing we know

our hearts are reading.

Hiding behind fear,

for fear is an illusion,

and if we see this all to its conclusion

without sharing our hearts

then is it all for nothing?

Let’s just take this road,

instead of devouring the maps,

let’s walk forward

and not look back.

 

I can feel the beat of the stars singing

and hear the words they are saying

“Just let them in, don’t fear what could be,

for it could be anything, it could be beautiful,

it could make your stars sing”

 

Can we stop avoiding the glances,

hiding our longing in the long grass?

Can we admit that love exists

and it could be along our path?

Can we cease putting stop signs

in front of our feet?

Let them take that leap 

into the unknown.

And yeah, I know we could get hurt,

we could be wrong

but we won’t know

until the end of the song,

surely it is better to sing along

than to sit in the shadows wondering

if our voices

would have harmonised.

 

 

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