I am a 25 year old poetry and short story writer who also makes music. Been writing since i can remember, follow if the words touch your heart :) soundcloud.com/crashexhibition
The fantasies played out, unengaged. Driven away, wild ranting, enraged. Always seem to be the second choice, Never had a voice. Laughs are so expensive when held this way.
Oh Christ, this fear, Of your betrayal, I am the haunted, Destined to fail. Your sweetness comes, At such a price, A Vicious cycle, You roll the dice.
Lying on the bedroom wall, Tapping on the ceiling, Waiting for the disconnect To take away all feeling, Take these bonds and drive them to the furthest deepest sea, Let them sink and...
Oh take me home, I'm lost inside my head, Wishes that I promised I had locked away and said "oh no, I've taken everything that ever was apart" To ease with graceful step into your heart.
Calm in solitude, Dreams of dark. Foreboding light, Breaks day from night, cuts me open, Leaves its mark. Stillness ruptured, Vessels overturned, Our bow is battered, exposed, in tatters.
You open up your wrist again, Let the love flow out of you, And seeing now the state I'm in. You feel remorse but still want to. In my words sometimes I fly, Anger and sadness and who and why.
What is a window. What we all look through, To see where once our simple kind was new, To dream all day that we are somehow free, Of where we are and who we're meant to be.
Too fast, too hard in my entry, Was it something that I said. Or something I did. Or some other old cliche leaving trails of banana skins and slime, On it’s way with all the other rubbish.
A line is blurred in your mind, Between what is right, and what is wrong.
So it is, in name and all, Disgusting figure, smell of death, Rankled by your inflation, Only I am to blame.
There's a life inside me thats trying to get out, Hear it scream and shout, Bursting into doubt drowning in this logic, In this reason, in this truth Forget about my youth unseemly and...
Is it stars that sparkle in your eyes, Tears and scars and sweet demise, When the lips they meet and bodies quiver, Love that drives your bones to shiver, Can we, so unaccustomed to this...
Repeat in your head, Life is good, Beauty prevails, All that is true survives somehow, Love is everlasting. Life throws things at us to gauge our reactions. You must be calm and try to carry on.
Scream and call me a faggot, Call me a freak, ask have I goth the time. I've been dealing with little punks like you for 25 years. I could freeze your heart if I read my lines.
Honestly most days I want to spit in your face, Ever pragmatic I avoid subjecting you to such disgrace. You disgust me, crusty nappy man, smell of shit.
If I held a candle to your heart, Examined every little part, To understand each little beat, Every murmur so discrete, It pains you to expose the sides, You push away and try to hide, We both have...
Stealing mums rings, Cash for gold, Buy some smack. Sit on the steps, Outside my gaff, Drinking tins.
I crawled on hands and knees, Literally, on the grand parade. She smiled and laughed, Said she would try to trust me.
This time I dumped her, Before it hurt her more, I am Incapable of love. Took some painkillers, Drown the throat pain out, Oxy Wash away.
Fall in love, Stop writing, Lose followers, Get dumped, Start writing..
We're diving into each other, Pulling at skin and hair, Fumbling with zips and skirts. I go down deep below, trying to conserve oxygen, Trying to drive you to wild shivers.
Stillness in dark, cocooned in my bed, Ladies and lovers linger in night, Revealing their curvature, stuck in my head, The feeble retreat claiming respite.
This crimson feeling, The old mistake, You fall for her. Same as before, Uncanny to see, You lose yourself. The wild emotions, Drive me always, Fall into madness.
To blot out the mind, Sail me to the moon, Silence save a ticking clock, In a lonely little room.
I must admit its just how I imagined it to be, The fox has left the den and now is sitting here with me, Sly and smiling, so polite but eyeing up my neck, I wonder if this clever fox means to bite...
Some days I still love you, Feeling's a curse, I try to forget us, It just makes it worse. Some days I am flying, Others I'm cracked. When youre running from truth, It's hard not to look back.
Have you ever felt lost like a child in a city. When each pair of shoulders looked exactly like mum's. That panic sets in and you start to get anxious. Heart begins pounding, ears beat like drums.
True wealth it seems is how much pain our souls can stand to bear. How many loving friends we have to wash it out of there. It's easy to be blinded if you're made to feel so small.
Woman in a track suit with spittle around her lips, Eyes darting frantically left to right, Tugging at the wrist of a sunken eyed man, Disappear down an alley, Return an hour later, barely able...
Flick knives and fist fights, It's sometimes murder here on nights. One arrested, one accused, Something to fill out the boring evening news.
Our stage is lit, the curtain stirs, a dancer takes the floor, She flicks her hips, throws her tired toes across the boards, A draping gown with sequins flashing light across the seams, Each...
Give away this easy love, none of it comes back, Falling from the steeple; watch the stained glass windows crack. This place is one hell of a landfill, Feels like we're trapped in an anthill.
Feel like an elephant, Walking on a tight rope. Look like an immigrant, Overflowing false hope. All the little houses, Glowing in the darkness, Neon track suit graveyards, Seem a little...
Burning a bridge is easy, It only takes a spark, Yellow tongues engulfing, Twisting in the dark.
Squat against a concrete step, In a pool of sick. Tin cans littered at his feet, Cider took him quick.
When one thinks about a follower, Cults and politics spring forth, One way communication, Dogma ruling both, I know a place where followers, Unite and share their work, Nowhere in this little...
I remember South Bank in summer, Jackson Pollock in the Tate I nearly wept. I remember diving into boxes Old vinyls marooned in a box at the market. The smell of passing time.
When you wave your little banner, Yellow on my screen, I feel a little shock inside, I know what this must mean. Someone understands these rants, And ravings from my head.
Pity drizzle drip down on my nose, Pity wind is careful when it blows, In dismal light I watch as all go by, I search in faces for a friendly eye.
I wonder sometimes if we're stuck to each other, If we're better together, like hills and the heather. Can I kiss you each morning , if I say the right words.
Not funny, no laugh, Nobody likes him, the clown Kills himself, life gone I was one dark little kid... :p.
Maybe, you will. Maybe, you won't. We do the things that others don't Picture houses in my head, Play the scene i dream in bed.
Racing towards each other at fifty miles per hour, Combined they hit a hundred as their vehicles embraced, Nervously, the headlights offer up a little flower, Intertwined, they greet now,...
Some speak of love as though it were, 'A creature made of clay', I saw nothing but a dry dead leaf, At the dawning of the day.
Blood wringed from tattered shirts, Drenched in salty water, And tied around his wound. Staring at the shapes streaking above, He thought he saw a figure knelt, Tearing grass from soil.
Hold me, Curl into a ball, Dream this May, Night, Day, We fall into each other, We fly away. Touch me, Tell me Why are you alone. We talk on telephones.
This testament to nothing, a violent display, always trying so hard to find a way.
What is your job. What do you do. I want to know everything about you. Who made those eyes. They're shining magical. I want to spend every minute with you!.
Got sick of turning up on time, Out in the sun, clears my mind Forever remember the month of September Never again to cling to each other for safety This breeze will twist us far away, The winds of...
You wake up Tuesday morning, Brush the sleep out of your eyes, And form a smile. Ghosts once all around you now, They haunt the house no more. They ran a mile.
A not so long, but long enough that noone alive would remember it, time ago, far off the beaten path, in a remote part of the country, awkward to find, or even reach, there was a house.
With the crackle and flash of electricity in his sleeping thought, Paul wakes up again.
After a long hard day at the office, testing and correcting logic structures of our Clima-Control and At-Mos organisms, I like to bathe in self pity, slowly rotting away like a month old vegetable in...
A broken dope sick man, It's hard to see him try to stand. Eyes averted from his face, You see it all around this place, People lost like children in a crowd.
The images replay now, repeating in my head. I saw your ghost last night with a man dressed in red. It doesn't seem to matter that others graced my bed.
Cough up a lung and deliver a flower, Parasites naturally cling to their host. Lost lovers linger and stretch out the hour Docile machines swing their arms back and forth.
A lady called me tragic once. "Like hamlet", she said and I winced. My dad didn't have a brother, I'm sure I don't fancy my mother, My Elsinore is a messy bedroom, Books, vinyls and computers.
Lie awake, you dream of everlasting purity and grace. I am a cannibal, i'm caged. Wild eyed, desperately searching for anything. And I sweat, drenched and cold, in a bed.
As a boy I was fortunate, I was loved and encouraged, I felt safe always. Days endless and sunny, Running In between furze and rose, Each moment remarkable.
This place is rust and ruin. Clutching at the bars, Dimly searching, Tranquil now, Hopeless , Sleep.
I want to continue, Please, let me endure, I want to go on, abide. I wish to outlive the ocean tide. I mean to persist, remain, Try to Survive and to sustain.
Pink fluff. It's what's pink and fluffy. It's blue when it's choking. Did I ruin the joke?.
When I hold your tiny body in my arms, Your little fingers clasped so gingerly, around my single digit.
Wherefore do I walk these streets alone. And why does darkness leap from cobblestone.
The sun beating through stones breaks on the window shining rays of golden hatred into the misanthropic headspace. In this cocoon lies the great pussy of the western world.
The white lily is broken,. Staves them off with a smile,. She lilts after she's spoken,. Thrown around for a while. The White lily is floating. The current takes her for miles.
Innocent love, you and I, impossible, and yet we tried. Our time it spanned one, just like this, A year, for us to laugh and kiss.
It's difficult to change the world, In bedlam, screams are seldom heard, If verse and prose could shape the times, Then war and hate would be old crimes, Forgotten, distant memories Romantics would...
Time stood still when you left us, though mornings turned to night. Day broke through the darkness, but some would remain inside us, we're all to human, our hubris marks us.
Let me lie beneath the landslide, Let me bury myself in the mud, Break my hands, bind my wrists, Break my skin to watch the blood.
Cold and flaccid, with the old smell of loneliness. Solitude, at night, no stench of beauty, nor perfect sunrise.