Jack
Jack is alive and Jack is dead
He is alive as he lies still but
he’s dead in the head.
You can give him flowers but
he won’t wake up and
Sally is crying beside his bed.
Jack is alive and Jack is dead
and nobody knows
how to stop the red.
(Source: findmesomesunshine, via anoddfairytale)
yessss i was able to put all my poetry into one page hurrah!! this afternoon i came back from scotland on the train, after surprising my sister by being there for her baptism. im so pleased i was able to be with her at this special time because although my life is really busy family is always super important. i got back and we had a bbq round my aunty’s and tonight i watched Little Miss Sunshine for the first time. it is one of my new favourite movies, not least because Chicago is in the soundtrack. i just love that it celebrates peoples individualism and they way that even though family can be a pain, in the end there’s no one else who will be there for you through everything. this weekend i’m going to bristol with a load of mates which will be amazing becos my exams will be finished!! feeling good. (stay strong, love b)x
word of a chair boy
You can sneak
out through a window
a side door
or away
just away
through walls.
I’m morphing into
furniture because
you don’t listen and
all of everything
hurts is noisy
and polluted
and a killing room
longing for silence
hush, be quiet
just love
without lights on
forget apologies
they are for daylight
thinking straight when
there are no ghosts lurking
behind cupboard doors
If I ever meet an alien
Hello Mr Martian
you look okay to me
nice to meet you
keep your distance
let me peacefully
stay ignorant
of what you want
and what you’re doing.
You use the front door
I’ll use the back
never let this happen again
I can’t cope with aliens
I’ve enough skeletons
dancing with me
no more false merry scenes
so don’t come back dear alien,
don’t call, don’t write,
we can’t be friends
I wish to forget
my knowledge of you
and your feelings and your life
and green family
it does neither of us good
to pine or wish for something
that can’t be.
My handwriting. Poem reads:
eyes open
claws uncurl
breath relieves
the dreamless sleep
light floods my body
I smile once
but now I see my flaws
perhaps it’s better
to simply sleep
ignorance is bliss
how can I live
with the awful weight of loss
(Source: terribledeosom, via prayforrevenge)
Naked as We Came - Iron and Wine
dead skin
falling to the ground
like snow
I know
he watched as
we danced slow
I’m tired of trying
to think up reasons
to say no
you are the seasons
of sun and growth
this time
I will ask for both
sympathy and
strength to breath
in the labyrinth
we can sing in different keys
on different days
things must change
maybe when my winter comes
you won’t hibernate
or migrate but
you’ll choose to wait
in a log cabin
with a fire.
Today, this bike’s for hire.
