Even the Walls

Even the walls are telling me to turn around- Yelling, Screaming- Like the voices in my head, Demanding. I am wrong But you don’t understand I do not know how to be right.

Oh, how romantic!

Oh, how romantic! Sitting at the window pane Realising that life Isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. You must all aspire to be me. You’ve even got it raining; The droplets running down the glass Much like the tears on our faces. Careful, don’t get too excited, You might make yourself smile And we…

Just My Luck

Just my luck, Reality picked me up again. Even the sweetest dreams Come to know that, deep down, I never once turned you away. Bad as I am, I’m also a fool, Played by the fiction. I’m going under paper hearts To get over you, But I think I’ve stood too long, And my pride…

I am

I wonder I see I want I am   I feel I touch I pretend I am   I say I dream I understand I am

Roadside Exhaustion

Hoods hustle dark cars; Flowers shrink to skyscrapers. Doors close to mist and rain, Falling, Finding only cold cigarettes in Cold slums. It smokes the light of oncoming trucks Fighting roadside exhaustion.