Friday, 27 June 2014

i keep my thoughts in boxes.

On the back shelf, tucked away
Where I can’t see them
Can’t hear them shuffling
Waiting to spring free
I refuse to open them
Touch them, even think about them

Because then they exist
Then they have to be dealt with
I can’t do that
I’m not strong enough

Not as strong as my aunt
Who lies in a hospital bed, miles away
Pins in her back,
Cancer cells intertwined with her spine
Infused in her bones
A tumour in her knee
Fluid in her lungs

She can’t ignore the pain anymore
Her organs are failing
And she knows it
She’s starting to hallucinate
She’s fading, after two years of battle

They say I’m like her.
I’m nothing like her.

I’ll never be as strong,
As brave or determined
To keep on going
My words are nothing, can do nothing
To describe her courage
And immense love for others
That has kept her heart beating

She’s the strongest woman I’ll know
And she doesn’t deserve
To be kept in a box on a shelf anymore

I need to be strong
But my chest is so heavy
I can’t let this pain out
Or it might tear me apart

How can this happen
It’s not fucking fair
How can someone with so much love
And so much to live for
Be stolen from a world that needs her

You can’t take her, you can’t

I can’t stop crying
It won’t stop hurting
I don’t know when it’ll stop
But at least she’ll be resting somewhere
Free from suffering, at peace
That’s what matters.

Friday, 16 May 2014

anxiety.

Can't sleep
Can't sleep
Can't sleep

Heart is ticking
Mind, beating
Veins, pulsing
With life, adrenalin
Worry, 

ANXIETY

Boom boom boom
Thought after thought after
Endless noise
My own voice
Marching, drumming
Screaming, 
Echoing round and round and

Won't stop
It won't stop
Pace quickens and
Breathing faster and
Palms unclean, sticky, sweaty

Always guilty
Always guilty
Need to fight it
Must control it

Push me that way
Pull me this way,
Someone's shaking my cage

Let me out.




Thursday, 8 May 2014

peace.

The sky shimmers before me
An ever-moving surface, ripples and
Blades of white and blue
Through the gentle, curving arms
Bark and leaves above
Greening in the sunlight

The rain has passed,
I could move, but
I'm paralysed in place
All sound has gone,
It's peaceful

I wonder how cool and 
Quieter still, beneath the surface
It could be,
I wonder, if I never moved
From this spot again

No one would notice
Until darkness later
But the voices would fade,
Gradually
My heart would stop hammering
In my chest, the pain would calm
I'd stop shaking,
Tears would never fall again
All the worry, the weight
Would cease to be
It'd melt into the ground
Through my feet, cementing me in place
Rooted, but free
The breeze again my skin, stone white
Mind encased, words faltering
Preventing me from causing anyone
Any hurt again.

Silence in my head and heart
I'd fall quietly from the world
It'd be a far better place
If I stayed here in this place.


disgrace.

I have never been more disgusted
At myself, my very being
I want to rip all of my skin off
Tear every strand of hair from everything
I am loathsome
Vile.

I try so hard to be a good person
Maybe thats because, really
If I'm honest with myself
I'm the shittest excuse of a person
That ever lived.

I don't deserve, anything
I'm a disgrace.

Saturday, 3 May 2014

half a wordsmith.

Frozen by inadequacy,
I can't move.
Don't think I deserve to.

Words like knives
Fall from my mouth
They hurt her, and 
I can't seem to stop them

A person like that
Should be broken in two
The sincerity of my apology
Lost because,
I've uttered it so many times
Yet I can't seem to stop them

I don't deserve her,
I should be locked in a room
Alone, so that my words
Can only hurt me
As they do now

I use to pride myself
On being a wordsmith,
A lover of the written and spoken
But I am a sham, a waste
How can I be anything worth
When my words carve hatred,
Breed hostility, mean nothing anymore

I don't deserve her.
I never wanted to hurt her.
I should go.