Sunday, 17 April 2016
Monday, 11 April 2016
Faces in the trees
It was quite a sight to see.
I look up and all there is to see are trees.
On closer inspection the different forms and limbs start to morph and combine.
When so many patterns, objects and faces come to mind.
Some are scary things and others are not.
Sometimes the good things change their face.
Other times the evil things turn good.
In this place of the trees.
Its dosent much matter matter.
I look up and all there is to see are trees.
On closer inspection the different forms and limbs start to morph and combine.
When so many patterns, objects and faces come to mind.
Some are scary things and others are not.
Sometimes the good things change their face.
Other times the evil things turn good.
In this place of the trees.
Its dosent much matter matter.
Sunday, 10 April 2016
Combination on lock
Brain is dead, no thoughts.
I don’t want to be saved because it’s already too late.
Love is like that ulcer that you keep tonguing.
Slipping through space and time. Wondering if you’ll be mine.
Now I can’t rap and I can’t sing. But soon you will see I do this thing where I say words.
Live fast and it will break you. Die young. It will make you.
I don’t want to be saved because it’s already too late.
Love is like that ulcer that you keep tonguing.
Slipping through space and time. Wondering if you’ll be mine.
Now I can’t rap and I can’t sing. But soon you will see I do this thing where I say words.
Live fast and it will break you. Die young. It will make you.
A side note to this poem - I always have a note in my phone chocked full of phrases and little bits and bobs I think of but have no use for. One day I was reading down it and was incredibly surprised when it read this beautiful. I haven’t changed or rearranged anything here it’s just how I wrote each snippet.
Wednesday, 6 April 2016
The story of the two trees
This is the story of two trees.
One grew straight and the other crooked.
The straight tree always passed judgment on his brother for being crooked and not growing straight. He used to laugh and remind him that he was growing the wrong way.
Until one day the lumberjacks came through and said to cut all the straight trees down.
Goes to show even the best of us get cut down to size.
- wristcutters a love story
One grew straight and the other crooked.
The straight tree always passed judgment on his brother for being crooked and not growing straight. He used to laugh and remind him that he was growing the wrong way.
Until one day the lumberjacks came through and said to cut all the straight trees down.
Goes to show even the best of us get cut down to size.
- wristcutters a love story
Ignition
These red thoughts are warm and fuzzy.
These thoughts are fun and buzzy.
These warm feelings are funny.
These fuzzy feelings are clearing.
These thoughts are fun and buzzy.
These warm feelings are funny.
These fuzzy feelings are clearing.
Tuesday, 5 April 2016
New times to come
My thoughts are translucent and thick.
It’s a strange feeling to be sure.
A feeling I’ve not felt before.
Breathing deep has always been a problem.
But for some reason these days there isn’t resistance.
No weight pressing down on my chest.
No short scared breaths.
I can hear my self from with in.
It’s a strange feeling to be sure.
A feeling I’ve not felt before.
Breathing deep has always been a problem.
But for some reason these days there isn’t resistance.
No weight pressing down on my chest.
No short scared breaths.
I can hear my self from with in.
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