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Superman to Your BatmanWell you may be the dark knight boy,
But let me give you a clue,
I can leap buildings in a single bound,
Hell I can even leap two.
You may dress in black and grey,
But red and blue is for me,
Don't the tights ride up sometimes?
And I wish the shirts I ripped were free.
I can fly faster than a speeding bullet,
Enough to spin the world the other way,
My hair somehow stays perfect,
Did you know we get depicted as being gay?
I love my x-ray/laser vision,
My breath can be as cold as ice,
They call me the man of steel,
The girls I allure are quite nice.
I can be shot and not bleed,
I wish I had a call symbol though,
Even though we live in alternate universes,
I'm glad to know you'll always be my bro.
What Could Have BeenI heard the news today
It started off as a surprise
But as it sunk into my stomach
The tears welled up in my eyes
Did you know that you had a name?
I picked it out when I was young
Now you will never get to hear it
I lost you, my precious little one
I already miss the special moments
The ones I would have as memories
I don't know how long I've been here
Fingers fumbling with my keys
I wonder about the colour of your hair
Whether they'd say you looked like me
I'm saying goodbye before saying hello
I'm missing the smile I didn't get to see
Did you know that you had a name?
I picked it out when I was young
Now I will never get to say it
I lost you, my precious little one
No first steps, no first words
No first day of school, no education
No love notes to someone you like
No happy day of your graduation
There are so many things I want to say
So many moments we will miss
And out of everything I only have one wish
To give my angel a goodnight kiss
Don't ChangeI see you standing there,
Though shadows hide your face,
One step made toward you,
You disappear without a trace.
I can still feel your eyes,
Burning a torch within my soul,
When I was certain the emptiness,
Would consume me whole.
My blood innocence was stolen,
My views of humanity forever changed,
I once spoke of love and forgiveness,
Now those words feel foreign and strange.
I became lost without a way,
Will never forget your pleading tears,
The first time you got upon your knees,
To pray away your fears.
Creating stories amongst the stars,
Here we lay as friends,
No matter if tomorrow comes,
My love for you never ends.
Don't Fight ItWhat's the point in keeping distance
You say you don't want to cause pain
But in my heart, that's all you do
Only feeling sadness and despair
Trying so hard to do as you requested
Yet finding I'm still stuck on you.
Eyes tend to meet across a crowded room
Averting when the intensity's too strong
When the lump in the throat appears
Words fall silently unnoticed around us
As I try once again to project
I can save you from your fears
Under the StarsTelling stories amongst the constellations
A vast unknown stimulating our imaginations
A soft sigh spreads the warmth in my chest
Tumble into those eyes and forget the rest
A calm to ease the constant war within
One small smile and all wrongs are forgiven
Only she can heal the hurt buried so deep below
No words needed for the selfless love to grow
Opposites AttractBetween the cycles of the moon
A mere shadow as you crawl between the sheets
To satisfy a hunger not so easily sated
Opposites once again meet
Trapped in the arms of a ghost
Who vanishes the morning of the next day
Tears mark silent paths that go unseen
How you take her breath away
DistanceThe shrapnel from your words
Stays embedded within my heart
You inflict pain without movement
My destruction is your art
Love doesn't seem to agree with me
Especially when it comes to you
Just a nod brings me to my knees
That stare only runs me through
A bitter surrender in your presence
The soul bleeds from your ignorance
Against better judgement I plead
I can't take any more of this distance
ReasonNever thought about it until now
That with you, I forget to say the words
Sure I mention the important three
But the rest of how I feel, go unheard
Every night there's a space between me and you
But that seemed right after our years
Only now I'm starting to realise
There have been some unnoticed tears
How detached have I become
To stop touching you affectionately
I guess I thought to say forever was enough
That should have been a warning sign to me
Where has the effort disappeared to
The actions and words, not said or done
I can write down just the way I feel
Not for you, instead to everyone
Girl, can you give me another chance
To reignite that spark we once shared
I don't want you just existing in my life
I want you to believe, that it's for you I care
GlassesHey gorgeous face sporting the black and whites
Why don't you take a seat here by me
I know that I can't save you, girl
But I'm feeling like a hero, just look and see
I've got the smooth lines to get you in
I've got the clumsy moves to make you smile
Girl, I'll bring you flowers of yellow
Whilst sending lyric posts all the while
Maybe you could hide me in the scary parts
When the monsters make appearances on screen
Perhaps I can't be your suitor
But I can give you more love than you can dream
So dark knight, would it be alright sometimes
To hold you just a little longer in my arms
And kiss the skin where my head rests
Let me lay on my subtle hero charms
I won't be the one to steal your heart
I don't want to even enter the race
I only want to remind you, my friend
Of the beautiful soul, behind the gorgeous face
Change this lifeHiding in the shadows
Resisting in secrecy
Trying to find a way
To change this life of misery
The future is unknown
The past is to forget
The present is dull and boring
Is this what life has to offer?
I want to change
And I keep trying
Only to fail miserabily
Every single time
eight ways you've made me small1. I wish
this was for you.
2. my journal pages - the
brown one with all our monologues -
were jarred with hollow vows of
last poems of
letting you slip into a coma
of bad memories, watching you
fall to your death off
a cascading cliff of disease
and dis ease.
it was never
easy for me
3. there's a reason I ask
whether you're grey
(dark white, elusively black, in between)
or blue (behind the clouds, under wave-foam,
whateverthefuck runs through the back of my
palms); I'd rather have
than the arms
that once held you half-
heartedly. you had always been
my harmony and I
would have killed
to have been yours.
4. it could never have been just me, the way
it could never have been just
5. disasters are not beautiful,
but how is it that you
managed to make my inner linings
converge into bows
and explode into wings the very
night you decided to rebuild your walls
to a lower height?
6. I wish
Whenever I hurt myselfI have a feeling
Someone is watching
So I look around
But there's no one to be found
on bradbury and table dancingYou are not a wordsmith
whatever you might like to think. ('Smith'
indicates precision and coldness and fire:
words are softer than that unless you mold them strong.)
It's a difficult road to follow, and not many
make it past the fork. Choose a path,
Janus says, whirligig keys spinning on his shoulders:
I am a wordworker, with my tools too crude, forming
rough-edged carvings painted with pretty imagery.
Notebooks scattered across the landscape
of a child's room, to be stumbled across,
read, red-penned, in the thick and choking breath of night.
When the bough breaks
a hanged man laughs. He carries typewriters
in his pockets, and cigarettes in the soles of his shoes.
I will never be a word mistress,
whoring myself to the speech of people I do not know and will never know me.
The oven is set to Fahrenheit 452, but the words were already aflame
before they ever took shape under your tongue.
You love everything they've ever written, and carry
unabashed loathing for every syllabl
ExpirationWith you I always feel like I’m
to break in the wrong size of shoes.
Sometimes I sit and stew
over how you’re seventeen and
you think I’m a princess
the trapped-in-a-tower kind
and how you wear suits and talk about politics
and think you know the world.
My throat interrupts with an affronted gurgling sound
sometimes when I think about you,
you deal out advice where it just isn’t called for
you quote science-fiction to justify war
and you’re seventeen years old and you think I’m a princess
and you just have no blooming idea.
Darling, one of these days I will tell you my mind
But until then we’ll never fit
I’m afraid –
that even after that day
you’ll still be trimmed hedges and
when i stimulated the prayers of rib-beat
when i licked the temple of my teeth,
speed pushed my fingers shaped like confessionals
clasped holy, carved my throat to fixing-
lover; i did this for the anthem of your eyes,
the feel of strangled feet crushing the fame of stars
for the glow of streetlight worship, for the moons
of your crooning throat, for the halls of your arms,
the strayed revels of your arms,
lover: you manufactured a god out of the drugs i used
and had me addicted to the divine, to the dignity of music
you pressed in my direction: just what i am, hallelujah,
marijuana, day and night-
lover, i fell in love with your culture
that preached the real definition of dusked kneecaps,
the plea of closeted throats, the whisper of bless,
unlearning how to say please god in borrowed tongue,
i fell in love with your attention, nervous grace
lover. i levied the rubble of my sins
Even The City KnowsIs it at all easy?
Being by yourself, I mean.
Sitting in a car, on a train, on a bus--wherever you might be now, isn't it hard to be a drifter?
There are no men with newspapers, no women with strollers, no love-crazy teenagers, no annoying toddlers, no anybody.
You stare out the window, like there are people out there, calling your name. The trees are out there, and they've lost all their leaves, all their buds--they've lost everything, just like you.
The sky is out there, and it's gray and colorless, just like you.
The stars are out there, and they're so blown-out-of-proportion, and they're just like you, too.
But the trees, the skies, the stars, they're used to being left alone.
You lack the ebullience of your drink, but it, too, is fading.
Frost has gathered on windows, on the ground, on rivers, everywhere.
Frost comes and goes, just like you, when you finally melt away.
The city draws to darkness and quiet--it disappears, just like you.
But, even frost
Death to the LoversHe screamed,
He tore his hair from his scalp;
But it didn't bring her back.
The beautiful girl
With the gorgeous smile
And witty remarks
Would always lay six feet under.
She would lie in her death bed,
Her arms folded on her chest
And her face full of peace
Known only to the dead.
He would be the first to rot.
First his health,
Then his sanity.
She would forever feed on his emotions
Like a pretty little leech,
Sapping his well being
And happiness from her underground world.
And he would let her,
For a fool like him
Who allowed himself to love,
I'll WaitCan you hear me knocking,
Upon your heart,
Wanting you to let me in,
But you wont take any part.
Ill just stand outside,
In this wintery cold,
Waiting and waiting,
For you to hold.
Please wrap me round your shoulders,
And I will keep you warm,
I would shelter you,
From any storm.
You should feel the sensations,
Running beneath my skin,
To tell you my dreams,
Would be such a sin.
The power you have,
Is a little crazy,
But maybe, just maybe,
It proves were meant to be.
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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