I treaded on a flower, apologised profusely, picked it up and tucked it behind my ears. The delicious smell of winter landed on my nose.


I sit in darkness, watching festive insects clambering insanely towards a terrible crescendo under the new white street light.
I blink, and trace the spiral pattern with my fingers, guilty because I lied. It ate me up, the lie. i could feel pain, and even cried a little bit.
That night, I  craved revulsion but under the muted light of the lamp, i betrayed myself.


Nurturing a steady headache, i ignore your warmth and as the earth slowly dies around me,
 I walk under the whispering leaves, switching off lights in my mind.

Yesterday I wanted to be like you, glorious, dimpled and self-destructive

I bathed in your glow, and it burnt me a little, but you are dead you beautiful creature

You died in your sleep, and those curls betrayed you.

Today, I want candour

And as I smear my eyes with a black pencil, I want to time travel.

Instead, I skip a meal and poke my brain with a sharp pencil

Fail at fiction, and smoke a cigarette.

I detest my throat as its scraped and sore
Cannot smoke endless ciggies no more
If you ask me why
i'll prolly not  reply
-why be a raging bore?

its such a sad limerick. from such a sad person. lend me your sympathetic ears and noises

aargh