Tuesday 31 May 2011

theres nothing left theres nothing right, all that was right is now gon

head fog,


quiet voices




quiet goodnights



i want to hurt u but i cant, thats an assholes way



i fink to much of u






theres a bak up to my plan



i think







i need to leave






i need to see u



its gunna be to weird otherwise




but u got yer shit, n i got shit








fires flame up





i think im gunna puke






fuk a n e






lies grow and grow, u say u dont but I FUKKING KNOW!!!!!!








so dont

wow!

she is fukking beautiful

karma

thats why im here





this never ending hurt

the heart ache

self absorbed bullshit


the hauntings


memories

i dont need associations


enough makes me think of you, feel your saddnes


the aches are the worst


my back is crumbling


carrying all this shit i cant let go


beating myself up daily


the days are ongoing


the crying annoys me


i need distractions, but they dont work



i need head space but nowhere to clear



i pass my father as though a stranger


anticipate the arrival of my mother



smash bottles



see the way timmy looks at me, i dont deserve it



long for you


regrets



i was close


i know u dont believe me



i wouldnt either



those dark nights





you didnt deserve those




thank you for the paranoia




i almost wish i hadnt met you



to not be with you is too much


as much as i can understand




your eyes







embedded in my mind




the way you'd look at me




i almost wish i hadnt met you




this is helll














i almost wish i had'nt met you




crying again



the meltdowns are becoming worse and more frequeent



i dread the big one



these small ones are hard enough to deal with



waiting











i dont even know what for or why













nothing







the big one is coming soon, i can feel it the way you can see a storm brewing







its terrifying











15 days








scared as i have never been before
bloods encrusted, another burn hole, another blank night




my sister leaves today, i want to join her, but can i face that city and the asociations? or do i stay and become consumed with wine?





either way its all fukked






soul, mind, spit, the whole


























hole










fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun





yeh




fuk

chewsday 31st

dreamt got laid



i knew who it was but cant place you




dont know so many people these days



but i know i KNEW you





maybe was you from that lost encounter at the train station in the 18's




we shared a holy moment



those are rare as hell




everything else melted





















i dont get this fukking town













































its haunted concrete







































as much as i need to get laid, i know it will destroy

Monday 30 May 2011

born into this



















































































this resentment





















































you wrote bak
























































my mind blanks for a response, i know it would be too much
















i see it in them



i want to smash it



burn it and destroy it from existance




noone needs encounter this bull








the







the

















flames reach higher and the blood spills



















dont lie to me anymore, dont fukkin lie

















i want to kill my parents

30/05/2011

day of






...if only knew how to end that



....end



...deluded parents


dillusional past the point of return





a meltdown




razors




carparks





beebee guns fired at me





playing open strings




screaming










blood



razors






screaming



punching








nigh











vacuous silence eats






eat at me






lack


lack



lack


lack



untrust us




no trust


no bond


no nothing




nothing no



no

no

no



i nearly stabbed my mother




i wish her death


her and my father






curse curse curse curse curse







cant relate





relate




late




ate





the space grows between us with the dillusions






cut them off




sleep


wake



leave



aimlessly wonder



consuming memories




self hate annhialates






white ace






annhialates



i see your family and am filled with envy



i wanted to share this with her, between us




at some point



lies spread thick as shit over toasted white sheets







i wanna smash that fukking bottle in his face


in her face



these parents are a lie











lies are the foundation of our nature









lies lie to themselves









u wrote bak





u asked how i was








i dont know what to say









"how was swindon?"







- orgasmic

mother sleeps

she looks like a monster

words that never left me

"im not scared of dying




its life that terrifies me"









they always stayed with your conviction

Thursday 26 May 2011

mind loop

"Feel it closing in,
Feel it closing in,
The fear of whom I call,
Every time I call
I feel it closing in,
I feel it closing in,
Day in, day out,
Day in, day out...

I feel it closing in,
As patterns seem to form.
I feel it cold and warm.
The shadows start to fall.
I feel it closing in,
I feel it closing in,
Day in, day out,
Day in, day out...

I'd have the world around,
To see just whatever happens,
Stood by the door alone,
And then it's fade away,
I see you fade away.
Don't ever fade away.
I need you here today.
Don't ever fade away.
Don't ever fade away..."

sobriety=numbness= fukk!

im in the wrong place with this vulnerability

more fukkd dreams, waking shaking

waking crying


laying holding


waiting, counting down, such a long weeeek


longer tooo go



keep thinking of that bbq nite, waiting up 4 you til i passed out as you snuggled up with another beneath the floor i lay on

















hello hyperventilation























now i have "two planes" in my ears n that lump returns

Wednesday 25 May 2011

the name of the song is not important, the words are

they resonate in my mind, heart and being




"I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls

And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies

My mind's distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you're alseep
And kiss you when you start your day

And a song I was writing is left undone
I don't know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can't believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme

And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you

And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I"
















listen to it for me, its in your room in the stack of records by your laundry hamper, the record player behind your beautiful chair piled with clothes



please


x

Tuesday 24 May 2011

24/05/2011

the church sent a surge thru me, i left once the door had been opened to see those standing figures

pacing



pacing




saw a girl sat by the college car park wall, there was an urge to join her, but continued with the roam


theres nothing to say to anyone apart from a few, with the silence.




silent respect and respected silence



a robin landed in front of beneath and gazed





so much beauty



such a small and simple life i envy








simplicity is the key




ourselves are far overcomplicated with unnecessities



we waste



our selves and resources





the plan is falling into place



slowly



as much as it frightens me



the time is nearing


3 weeks wait, perhaps






try to see the remaining ones, with the hatred and escapes, and the dreams, of a betterness i hope and dream they reach for them




a time of scratching the hed for the next step





stains are needed


but needed for what?




i miss her mother



she is incredible







time passes into nothing again






will brave the church to light some candles




4 this time instead of 3







a pause of mind





that corrudes into a peace





a peace





a piece of me














has gone

Monday 23 May 2011

and a father is a man

and a man is a father





"you are my only son"


are the most real words you ever spoke to me as we both wept


we see each other

chapter nothing: the epilogue

.....................................................................................




.....................................................................................

monday 23rd may

the urge to go to church today was strong as we left the park and my father was to meet his ex


he noticed and mentioned there was a funeral taking place


i only noticed the closed doors


and the infants running around in the playground of the school behind as "hometime" set free


it only sunk in now about the funeral

10 hours later




losing people you love is a terrible thing to say the least



sad




lonesome





devistating


i'll go back and light a candle for whoever had passed, one for there family






and one for you

Sunday 22 May 2011

cracks
butterfly clips and slams
cactuses bloom toward the sky
wine is staining my gut
the fairies and doves
the rats and the bugs
those unfinished letters
the grinding

the's

the's

comatosed technology
beaten car doors to a growl
jeans for an ashtray



mysterious break



dolphin calls

peppered salami


say it wider




ample







knotted




its time to feed them



a host



smoke after smoke after smoke


theft


a lost child embodied in a 50 year old



if she was only barren



the peace would be



uh





peaceful


a depressed dog and a frozen woman with wash baskets keep company




a jelly fish lays


the knots tighten


fuk it






theyre all laughing, they all know


they say other wise, but the truth is another deal



life!




life is a raw deal




she burns you and holds you in a gutter


pisss in the sink


piss on the stairs


piss on your soul


its invalid




lies and lies and lies






the depressed dog and the lone lost heart


i hold that superted doll so tight at night


if it were living id worry of preventing him from breathing




stale prawn crackers, incapacitants chant


i contemplate prostitues, but know it would sever my psyche

i grind teeth and steal


the jelly fish remains static



lifeless




still





still





there is nothing left





nothing








but her face and heart


























being lone is fine, jus after knowing and feeling, it kills


the jellyfish moves no more





the lamps blare silently

smoking infinitly






till the hole grows as black as this hurt










fuck you all



and fukk your lies





tomorrow i will

menstrual

i can still taste your blood

21/22/05/2011


you visited my dream last night
we were friends again
you had that spark back in your eye
and that knowing smile
that zest and energy

it was as it was 12 years back, but not back then


now


we were inseperable once again

that summer we shared

the smell of paint, coffee,cigar tobacco

endless talkin, humble silence

washing machine, the wood stove

simon and garfunkel

your studio

you visited me


you were well


i was well


i miss you

that letter is far over due

the recollection of this visitation bummed me out


it felt so real, i thought it had happened in this world


i hope you are getting better

i love you

Saturday 21 May 2011

chest
blood
semen
fire
phatom limb
ache
void
longing
pubes in my wallet
fox ate swan chiks
heart ache
heart pains
hungover
hung up
green excrement
roses
lilies
nicotine stains
cracked teeth

your eyes
burnt in my mind
in that glowing euphoria
sinking
tears
lump in the throat



shrouded


lost in a fog


obscured


lost


phantom limb


extinguished


a bitter lack



void









vacuity




blank



pause



crushed faces



shaking hands



die every nite and re live during re birth



piss stains



hunger



swollen


the cats look on


the dogs roam goofy


the graffitti stares back


bulging


filters stuffed in pockets


void



void



smashed wine bottle in the supermarket check out


the smell weighs heavy


walking


wondering mind


circular



a loop of confused bullshitt


the wondering mind ties into a knot



vampire parents



ghost like infant



scratching at the core




gasping for breath to reach out for some wholesome





life




void



death lingers



text messeges



fire



burntt hair



itchy ass



aching neck, back face, mind, heart, chest cavity, mouth





bitter after taste





lone mate




there is no place to belong, beeeee




be




open fire broken brackets




a mind to mind to be









clouds drift, light saturates


shit fuck sunglasses


old friends



winos



void


angels drown in the engulfing beast



angels swim in the inverted ocean


glacial




a fire consumes





a vast






void