three summers too latethree summers had been and gone since i last saw you. you came to return some CDs that you borrowed during our 'time' together. i had not seen you or spoken to you since that painful night.three summers too late4 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
you sat on one sofa, i on the other. we made polite conversation for the whole hour and forty eight minutes of your visit. i made you coffee and offered you a cigarette - you told me you were trying to stop. i just wanted you to want me but it was clear you were happily married.
we sat opposite one another, you continually making polite conversation; me? me continually not knowing what to do with my hands. this concept - of pleasantries - was alien to me. all the other times we were together it was all about touch.
i realised then that in those three summers the river had carried so much water under the bridge that it was impossible for me to swim back upstream.
so we sat opposite each other - simply talking. yet i was oh so distracted. your eyes, as alway
Missing PieceAutumn leaves fall from the treesMissing Piece4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sun will rise and set again and again
Still I miss you
Winter snowflakes fall
The waters frozen over
Still I miss you
Spring time showers fall
Pretty flowers everywhere
Still I miss you
A year since you went away
Still I miss you
Lonely At Ocean's BottomI've fallen to the oceans depthsLonely At Ocean's Bottom4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Freefalling into the light
Won't you come join me,
It's getting lonely down here.
Falling For YouI'm falling for you likeFalling For You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rocks thrown into the ocean;
Hard and fast
Reaching bottom with a 'splash'.
Never ask why, never explain what.Never ask why, never explain what.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time got married to a snail
everything's moving too slow
Too much of woes
burying my flesh alive
under six feet
where only bones remain
Just too much of spare time
to gaze and gaze
Never ask why, Never explain what.
my wish upon your wishmy wish upon your wish10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the darkest room
on a lonely chair, your body tied with rope.
A small window just to envy you with light you've been deprived of
silently you wish upon yourself to die
Foolish! you know you can't die
so easily just when you want it
your mouth gaged,
your nostrils partially blocked
your ears tortured by cold words
that reflect echoes on the walls of that empty room
Oh, Son of a feeble man!
may your seeds never grow
inside a womb of any women
nor warmth of her ever keep you warm
Yet- may you live thousand years,
This is my wish upon your wish.
with this of my rage.
To-Do List: July 201210-07-2012 Soft lips, dream kissTo-Do List: July 20121 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
12-07-2012 Tanbark memories
12-07-2012 The same plane repeats itself
13-07-2012 Blocks of chocolate concrete
13-07-2012 Goodnight streetlight
14-07-2012 A fireplace for shoes
14-07-2012 Falling in love with Napoleon Bonaparte
14-07-2012 Went to ikea to get a good knife - oxymoron
14-07-2012 And she's gripping the umbrella like it was your hand
15-07-2012 One meal and a mandarin
18-07-2012 Musicians fuck to the beat
20-07-2012 Black paint under her fingernails
22-07-2012 Reflections of a 90's kid
23-07-2012 Not cute, just evil.
24-07-2012 I accidentally don't give a fuck about any of you.
25-07-2012 Sweet smell of cigarettes
27-07-2012 Mdma and a three-way
31-07-2012 Doomed to get old together
FeelIt amazes meFeel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I put myself in your hands
In the way that I do
That I trust you
Not to hurt me
Not to be cruel
It frustrates me
That I let you break me
Just to let you rebuild
But most of all
It confuses me
That I don't know how I should feel
To-Do List: February 201202-02-2012 Must love dinosaursTo-Do List: February 20122 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
06-02-2012 Glad you're feeling better, because now i'm feeling worse.
06-02-2012 Dinosaurs, god and diamonds
06-02-2012 Known without knowledge
11-02-2012 Something to look forward to every other day
15-02-2012 Fingers smell like cigarettes
21-02-2012 You miss the me that was in love with you
23-02-2012 Train station sushi
25-02-2012 I miss you for the dancing
27-02-2012 A litre of soup
27-02-2012 Boyfriend pyjamas
29-02-2012 I don't give a fuuucckkk
29-02-2012 Ps you're cute
To-Do List: July 201113-07-2011 Making clean sheets dirtyTo-Do List: July 20112 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
To-Do List: February 201102-02-2011 Gah!To-Do List: February 20113 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
04-02-2011 Would rather be skating...
04-02-2011 God you're a cunt sometimes
14-02-2011 Your initials carved into the pavement
14-02-2011 What happened to all the stick insects?
18-02-2011 Finding hidden messages in word searches
25-02-2011 Jason webley and the mysterious guitar
28-02-2011 Why do i miss you?
Parmigiana Breakupthis chicken is notParmigiana Breakup3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just like you are
Such a long way to goIt swept me up in its armsSuch a long way to go4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was a type of calm
A sense of acknowledgement
That everything had fallen apart
But nothing could be done
Blossom petals tangled with my hair
There was this horrible restlessness
A feeling telling me to run
Run as fast as I possibly can
Through the streets I've known all these years
These paths I no longer think about following
It's a long way
Or suddenly it feels long
I imagine it
Imagine how it would be
If I got where I wanted to be
How I would stop you in your tracks
I wouldn't bother explaining
Cars run alongside me
As I attempt to make my way
But this is taking too long
Still a long way to go
I think about what would happen
I'd take your hand
Not wait for a reaction
Because I've waited too long
And take the moment
Let our lips lock
I'd take in that cologne I've memorised
Taste the smile
I've seen so many times
Then something hits me
Something that felt like a train
Like falling off a ten storey building
It's such a long
AnythingI'll be anything for youAnything4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The looking glass you see her through
The vacation you take her to
glitterballs and gravity bootsfrom inside the frame of a large Art Deco mirror, i am startled by my own reflection. i am jolted; ejected from the warm cocoon of my daydreams and retrospect. i am cruelly spat back out into this universe. cruelly spat out into an empty roomful of ghosts, sawdust and broken glitter balls. amid the carpet of dust, i see shards of my reflection scattered, with optimistic sunshine, haphazard and pretty.glitterballs and gravity boots4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
who is she? who is this person standing beside me, clad in black on a sunny day. is she a ghost? a ghost of the past or an apparition from the future?
who is she? i don't know
like a strange and sweet juxtaposition, or kink in the delicate fabric of the space time continuum, she stands close by and yet she is far, far away. locked in the past, lost in the present, but lusting for the future.
she looks like me. is it me, is she just another ghost?
she turns to face me and smiles, sun flare flash in the blue skies of her eyes. her eyes wide with feral excitement. she looks high
One Weekend Is Not Enoughi already missOne Weekend Is Not Enough4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
completely....i love the way you look at me, with those large green eyes. eyes that see deep into my soul. eyes that look at me with love. unconditional love. and i respect that, as i love you.completely....4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
i love how you lay down beside me, your head on my lap. i love how you smile with content. and how you smile out loud.
i love you tenderly touch my face, hijack my attention and push your face up to mine. our cheeks brush close and i feel your warmth. your selfless love. your trust.
i love the way you follow me. like my little shadow.
i love when we eat breakfast together on weekends.
i love how you speak to me - with a soft voice - or in a silent accord. your body language tells me so much more.
i love how you don't judge me, or my actions. how you can keep a secret - you don't kiss and tell. i owe you so much.
i love how you walk with me... your little swagger makes me smile.
i love how you love me and eat from my mouth, like a kiss from an infant.
This One Is About You.Hey,This One Is About You.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want you.
that's all it would take.
To-Do List: November 200903-11-2009 Eggs, dim sims and potato saladTo-Do List: November 20094 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
04-11-2009 Sometimes no doesn't end up meaning no
05-11-2009 Had plans for that piano.
05-11-2009 Fuck, now i want more!
05-11-2009 One day soon i might fulfill your needs
05-11-2009 Chasing memories of you with a shot of whiskey and a song
05-11-2009 If i can get just one person to change their mind then i will be so very happy.
06-11-2009 Moving on and being over people is fun
07-11-2009 And she smelt so good, like mango and licorice
07-11-2009 Coming to terms with the fact that she can't be liked by everyone.
08-11-2009 And something awkward has just begun
08-11-2009 Satin sheets and a room with no doors
09-11-2009 Fucking fairies!
10-11-2009 She will use and abuse you in the best way possible
10-11-2009 Cigarettes, shampoo and mango body butter
12-11-2009 Oh if only you knew how close to the truth you were
17-11-2009 Making my bed in ten second increments
19-11-2009 Do want: you. Make out session now.
20-11-2009 I'm finding it increasingly
fuck fuck fucktime has passed. these feelings still remain. relentless. surrounded by traces of the past and little things that my elephantine memory is fighting to control. it's the little things that matter. visualisation is strong. especially at night. i dream awake. dreams within dreams. imprinted on my skin, your touch. woven into my everyday existence are little threads of you... like my silk stockings...fuck fuck fuck4 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
a flood of sensuality. held hostage. besieged. and time has passed and it's stealing from me.
time has passed. time will always pass. and the concept of passing and losing everything scares me reckless. too much time has passed to catch up, catch a hold of remnants of the fabric of our existence. i grapple with these tiny threads as they fray and break. little by little everyday - i try to hold onto something. memories. fingerprints. little movies in m
To-Do List: May 200902-05-2009 And i'm still wondering about that 4am phone call... I can't help but think it was someone important...To-Do List: May 20095 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
02-05-2009 Wattle tree smell, lawn mower, blue sky. Feels like sunday but it isn't.
05-05-2009 Or maybe she had a death wish.
05-05-2009 Train station switch
06-05-2009 YOU ARE NOT FUCKING SPECIAL. I REPEAT EVERYTHING TO EVERYONE! AGHHHHHHHHHH!
07-05-2009 Was going to make the fb quiz about me today. But a picture of us came up on it so i canceled it.
08-05-2009 Your mother must be so proud.
08-05-2009 The corellas seem to have left for warmer pastures
09-05-2009 Deep pockets hold more than just my hands
11-05-2009 The smell of oil clogs my arteries on the train station
11-05-2009 You can't make me fight with you anymore.
12-05-2009 Just like strawberry jam
12-05-2009 It's funny though. How people who really know me didn't respond. It's funny in a sad way.
13-05-2009 Mmm... Camera taco
13-05-2009 Just got rickrolled by a store. Why would you even put that on the instore ra