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Cyclothymia –


I wake up to an epiphany everyday, buzzing with thoughts, high on adrenaline.

Catapulted into the stratosphere with nothing more than a basket of dreams and tears of fear.

There is no come down from this everlasting nightmare.

The switch is neither on or off the fuse is merely pulsating to the beat of dread.

Desperately willing to cut the cord, hoping for nature to break my fall.

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Stop (something i stumbled upon…)


 

If I close my eyes I see nothing but black, when I open my eyes I’m presented with the middle finger from a world that doesn’t give a fuck. Only the best man knows the secrets of a life without a fist up his crack. Puppet master oh puppet master grant me one wish I plead remove your tightly clenched fist from my rectum I insist don’t stare me down don’t call my bluff just release me from this world that gives no fuck.
In return I shall prosper until my card is called a lifetime released from this truly lethal decree. Spared from the words of our keeper prepared and aware of a lapse in your promise. I and only I shall hide within the woodwork listening to the brass clockwork tick and then and then stop.

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This my dears, this is my life!


Withering tea spoons upon the side
Stained with a Browning essence that represents the start of a morning.
Pondering through the streets like every other day before, dog shit on the pavement, last night’s drunks overcrowding the bus stop.
The forty seven bus to Whitechapel is crowded the cold autumn air seeping through the windows we sit next to.
The crazy guy murmuring his black magic quoting songs from an era long forgotten.
Concerned the person opposite might vomit upon the old dear in the seats infront of him.
Despite the time Liverpool shakes with the booming vibrations of the night before, despite being so close what different lives we live. Twenty four hour party people with an aim to impress.
This journey becomes so familiar, it could be done without eyes.
To and fro so many times per week, a nightmare recurring this it seems is my life.

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Soul


Faithful but unable
To greet the tides with joy
My heart is fluctuating
Skipping beats every time
I see my soul hanging outside
My own body.

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