Waiting For Sunrise
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Requiem For A Teenage Dream in And The Rest.
Where do you find the words to say goodbye… to somebody you never said hello to, to someone who was never yours to lose? To express the depths of the teenage crush you couldn’t quite outgrow; a p...
Christine. in And The Rest.
The petty poker-chips of time; a palm-full of pennies we fritter away like loose change on trivial pursuits. I had so much of it this weekend, a million moments I poured into the slot-machine of...
Crescendo. in Always Recovering, Never Recovered.
Burning alive in boiling-oil revulsion. I fucking hate you so much I can’t remember how to think, how to breathe; I can’t do this. I want to rip off your rancid flesh with my fingernails. I can...
The Friends I Don't Deserve. in And The Rest.
A thousand apologies wire shut my jaws, a mouthful of burrs with their bramble-wire claws; unspoken tokens of regret to everyone I ever met: eternally, I owe such debt, to their refusal to forget...
Some Days... in And The Rest.
… it’s so fucking easy to believe we hold all the answers.
Reflection. in Always Recovering, Never Recovered.
I’m so fucking sick of trying to save you, when all I want is to watch you burn.
Headspace. in And The Rest.
Stardust swirls behind our eyes, the internal cosmos of the mind: a nebula of fireflies, they shift and drift and mesmerise, twirling corkscrew-curlicues in iridescent silvered hues: frosted purp...
Bittersweet. in Always Recovering, Never Recovered.
My memory is alchemy: a halcyon haze of you and me, a utopian facimile of cosy, rosy unity in freeze-frame flash photography- entwined, combined, our minds aligned- a closed-circuit capture remin...
Counterrevolution. in Always Recovering, Never Recovered.
Violate this verdant scenery, annihilate the greenery, grab the tender shoots and rip, with formidable, forceful fever-fists and eyes as blank as April mist: watch the springtime beat retreat, an...
Emptiness. in Always Recovering, Never Recovered.
Everything, everything, is a picture postcard of you; signed in black-ink fingerprints and burned into my eyes. I am lost, without you.
The Monotony of Dichotomy in And The Rest.
Sometimes the practicalities of self-induced fatality become my only gravity, the last ties of reality, the lure of pure finality; it percolates and circulates like platelets through my hollow ve...
In Vino Veritas. in And The Rest.
Welcome to reality, you false-faced little travesty: you’re a statistic in stupidity. Surfacing, sucking your thumb with a dirt-dry desert mouth, still sticky with syrupy, stale Amaretto and sick...
Everything Is Dark in And The Rest.
through bloodshot eyes.
Time Travel in Always Recovering, Never Recovered.
The last words of a child, immortalised; the age-faded graphite burns jaded red eyes: I’m watching my own suicide. In every painful paragraph I’m reading my own epitaph, a twisted-spiral eulogy t...
Absent, Without Leaving. in And The Rest.
Sometimes I think transparency is slowly subtly stealing me, a silent strident thievery, to reveal invisibility, fading to obscurity; replacing, defacing, displacing: erasing. I no longer trust t...
To A Stranger in And The Rest.
These ones are for you, because we speak the same language. Because this is how you say, this hurts; and this is how you say, I’m sorry. Because the smudged-scarlet eyeliner of bitter-burnt heart...
Restless in And The Rest.
A distracted wide-eyed gaze into that purpled-petrol glaze; that plasma-ball of possibility, an iridescent volatility; crackling cobalt electricity. Cerulean-blue refracted hues; silent sirens in...
Trials Of Separation. in Always Recovering, Never Recovered.
Wordless, soundless, endless, boundless: covert, undercover, as close as a lover, your hips to my pelvis, phantom-palms wrap my waist; refusing to leave me, you won’t be erased. Your fingertips a...
Misshapen Identity in Always Recovering, Never Recovered.
Shaking palms pressed to steamed-mirror mists, trying to trace the outlines of an echo; trying to feign acceptance of this body I don’t know. The reflected form of a foreigner, reminiscent but di...
Dear This Week: You're So Fired. in Always Recovering, Never Recovered.
Dear This Week, Seriously mate, I have had it up to my bloodshot sleep-deprived little eyeballs with you. You appear to have been roughly a billion years long and your company has been tedious at...
Weights And Measures. in Always Recovering, Never Recovered.
Forever, the noose around my neck.
Just So You Know. in And The Rest.
Yeah, so the thing is; I’m not that girl, the Climbing Rose. Exquisitely ethereal, the Climbing Rose wears the floral fragrance of her flawless femininity in finespun chiffon folds, a voile-veil...
Wasteland. in And The Rest.
I can’t understand why you don’t want this for me. For everything else between us that may not be perfect, I never suspected your sneaking snipers; stealing stealthy steps into my no-man’s land ...
Lost And Found in And The Rest.
This was a lost weekend. Lost in the drifting diaphanous dreamscape of a dimension suspended somewhere between memory and discovery; somewhere between reaching inside myself and reaching out to t...
Well, Whining Won't Fix Anything. in Always Recovering, Never Recovered.
I do not make a good Rapunzel. For a start, my hair falls out at a faintly alarming rate when I drag a brush through it, so a goddamn lard-arse prince climbing up it would leave me looking like a...
