The Rose and The MoonshineThe chaos is here foreverStill waters are long since goneThe two of us tread waterEmbrace till we become oneI am the stronger swimmerYou cling your arms round my neckNot knowing you're the strong oneI'm as weak as I am wetWe wait for the pitch darknessThe moon shines upon the seaIlluminates not only our loveBut our hopes and dreamsWe gaze upon it in hopeAs salt water stings our eyesDriftng in time with the wavesAs the moon slows down the tideThe swell comes to a standstillOne kiss to wake you from sleepPerhaps the miracle before usHas escaped from your dreamsHanging on to each otherFrom the sea we begin to riseZebrafish light up our trailAs they follow us close behindFrom miles around they see usA fluorescent glow in the sky'Why is this boy leaving us?And who's the girl by his side?'The girl is the essence of beautyShining from the inside outThe boy is the moon, the love, the seaThrough darkness helping this rose sprout
The GallowsBoyCome to the gallowsMy pretty friendI will put you out of your miserySuch a fitting endLived fast and died youngLeft a beautiful corpseGreeted failure as you did successFelt no remorseGirlCome to the electric chairMy sexy beastA few buckles round your limbsThen you shall be releasedBut not into the worldOr into the wildI will release you into eternityYou sexy childBoyCome feel the injectionThis lethal doseScreaming paralyticFrom beneath your bonesBut they can't see your painNot even in your eyesAny last words princessBefore you dieGirlCome to the gallowsBring your pretty faceI wlll meet you there I promiseShow you the end of daysClose your eyes nowRope tight as I kick the stoolEvery confidence that I will followYou pretty fool
The Unread BookYou only see the outlinePlease take a closer lookI am the silhouetteI am the unread bookLetters and words within meArranged in such a wayThis narrative keeps the readers eyes fixedTo the words that I sayEvoking an array of emotionsFrom the first page to the lastKeep you from putting me downChapter to paragraphHeroes and heroinesActing out in fictional arenasFacts and figures educateAnd quench lifes thinkers and dreamersThe feel of my page on your fingersThe scent that lies withinThey judge me on my appearanceBefore the first chapter even beginsSo I remain on the shelfSlowly gathering dustNowadays they rarely look beyond my coverI am the unread book
Make Up To Break UpI use your mascara flooded tearsAs ink for my penA pot full supplied as I suggestThat we still remain friendsI dip the flight feathered quillInto those murky tearsThe ivory parchment paperWill soak them up nicely my dearI use your powder based foundationAs I'm ashamed of these scarsThere is no foundation to my painSo how did it get this farI paint 'love' and I paint 'hate'On to manicured finger nailsYou make up your pretty faceBefore you make up another taleI use your ruby red lipstickTo tell you of my curseWrote 'redrum' on the mirrorYou see 'murder' in reverseMake me up to be beautifulBefore these scars become infectedI am the only animalOn which our make up has been tested
Bee My GirlI cried tonightBut it was not like beforeWhen someone to love meWas all I imploredThis time the tears fellBecause my wish has come trueMy prayers have been answeredIn the wonder that is youI smiled tonightBut it was not like beforeWhen it was just a physical responseNothing moreThis time I smileNot from the mouth but the eyesThis lost little boyHas finally come back to lifeI wrote tonightThis poem, these wordsAbout my best friendmy love, my girlThis time it seemsThat indeed you feel the sameI prayed to God for your arrivaland soon after you came
The Artist and The ModelShe posed for the artist to paint herShe sat so perfectly stillA tremble came across her bodyThat was way beyond her will"For that, my dear" said the artist"I'll paint your blue eyes shutForever you'll be cast into darknessBefore you return to dust"The subject, the model, the ladyLaughed and was not so fussed"You think you have such power, my dearIn the stroke of your brush?Don't forget it is I, your subjectThat brings beauty to your pieceWithout me you would be nothing;A lush drunk on self belief" With that the artist grabbed his paletteFerociously began to paintTill fatigue encapsulated his bonesAnd he began to feel faint"How dare you bring into questionThis masterpiece, my life's workFrom my hand to brush to canvasMy unique view of this world""Artist you are not so specialWith strokes many could makeWhere as my beauty is as uniqueAs a falling snowflakeAnd it is I that fell from HeavenOnto the blank canvas EarthAs potent as God's silenceAnd as
My Heart's Moth DanceI always loved,Butterflies.I wanted them toBe born in my stomach,Unexpectedly.I wanted to feel,Their fragile wingsFlutter inside.And so they did.But they were too frightenedto escape.My voice became thin air.And I,wanted my heart to flySo it could tell you...That you're the meaning,of love.Hope.Life.Light.I never really understoodMoths.They were like my words,Tripping overIn my voice,Stuttering and stammering,But you came along,And mothsborn in my heart,Pushed all my words,Out of my mouthIn rambles ofBeauty.You have shown me,How special moths are,Your eyes shone the lightAnd my heart becameThe moththat erratically dancedto yours...I feel the butterflies inside,but the moths give my heart wings..x..
Never Back DownYou stitched my lips todaySo I could not speakI sliced my slender throatSo I could still breatheDowsed acid in my eyesSo I could not seeBut I reached out to touch herShe in turn touched meYou cut my ears todayI hear no birds singOr an infant's laughterAnd the joy that bringsYou bound my wrists and handsNow they are red rawI should blindly stumbleBut still I stand tallYou sliced my fingertipsI can't feel her skinThe softness of her hairThe barrel of my penYou broke my legs in twoNow I cannot walkNor can I see or hearFeel or talkYou did all of these thingsTo keep me quietYet the passion that stirsIs as loud as a riotListen for the silenceThat comes before the soundNow feel for my touchAs I will never back down