Where the title came from? The corridors of my mind, whilst I sat idly listening to Deftones enveloped in the moment. My computer screen blank. Now I sit in a macdonalds still listening to Deftones, thinking of the girl who long ago said she blocked out all her bad memories, to the point where she […]Read more "She cuts her ties, then her wrists"
Familiar respite; Reading Keats, listening to Morrissey, drowned in sadness. Scribbling away in a battered notebook of poems about love and loss: poems you’ve read and poems you haven’t. You told me you pictured our future. Just weeks ago, blissful as ever. Now you claim just friendship. By last night you’d called me a twat. I’ve […]Read more "Poem: We’ll hug (for the times)"
Long day, long week, long month, long three months. Not much point in keeping count. Internal confliction is a rather terrible thing to feel, we are taught to stick to our beliefs and never feel anything else. You want to experiment with the same-sex, oh no don’t do that, that’s wrong. You really should. You […]Read more "I’m pretty sure I love you because you make me feel less cynical"
Tis the early days of January. I look hard through the hue of rustic leaves. I search through the stacks of Wilde, Keats and Bukowski. I narrowly avoid my o’er streaked phone scarred to the remnants of a haunted past, my past. Encumbered with self-imposed exile duelling nightly with the tv and lovelorn feelings. In […]Read more "Poem: Softly lost"
I write this to the backdrop of Father John Misty’s Pure comedy, in a rather unhappy mood, unwilling to make any social contact, appalled at the mere thought of the bullshit drivel I had to spend seven hours suffering through today. Only to find a rather empty space. I don’t feel compelled to start with ‘Humanity […]Read more "You’re a beautiful girl (existentialism in a noose)"
I probably wouldn’t be the ideal anything; yeah I’m there for the people I care about- little reciprocation in that area though. The amount of meaningless relationships I have cultivated based only on mutual attraction and mutual animosity for each other, guess the label was their ticket in and the casualness was mine. Now a […]Read more "Down and out upon a mountain"