Tuesday, 29 March 2011

Friday, 16 July 2010

  • The Bolero Of The Broken Soldier

    There is a cold wind blowing.
    In my life it is now snowing.
    I've reached the winter of my life.

    Dust collects on my porcelain shell.
    Soon I shall be rotting in hell.
    It's what I deserve for my strife.

    I have killed.
    I have fought.
    I have defied what is right.
    Malicious but fictitious-
    My master was my light.

    Wind up the key and set me free,
    I can no longer be a trapped in the toy box.
    My old way- it does not pay,
    Thrown away after damage, now I lie on the rocks.

    What is there for me to do now?
    Waste away and be left wondering how
    My damage has rendered me of no use.

    Cracks and scratches ruin my cost.
    No one would even care if I became lost.
    A broken soldier's last order- to tie the noose.

Wednesday, 14 July 2010

  • R.I.P.

    It'd be your 18th birthday today and we'd be lying beneath the stars right now if you were here. Even though it has been over 7 months since you passed away, there hasn't been a day when I haven't thought about you. R.I.P. Siobhan Price. I loved you. 

Monday, 28 June 2010

  • Reflected Rememberances

    I look to my left
    The vast landscape lies,
    Orange lights it all up
    As I watch the sunrise.

    A new feeling strikes me
    Looking at the allurement:
    The feeling of inner bliss
    And simple contentment.

    On my opposite side
    I see the cold dark,
    Blue and grey silhouettes
    Shuffling alone in the park.

    Dead souls moan painfully
    No colour remains anymore.
    I turn my back to them
    Of this I am sure.

     

Tuesday, 22 June 2010

  • Herecy

    I act against the pre-set amalgamation of nonsensical rules that constrict and strangle whatever quality of life I dare to experience.
    The extensive vocabulary seen here, for instance, is an act of rebellion that I can use to oppose those who dare to set limitations.
    A life should be lived. How dare anything stand in the way of that?

    So I vow to defy the boundaries- to reduce the rules to rubble. I'll live the way that I wish, and do whatever I please.
    I retort against texts and various accuracies that care to damn my habits. My habits of living.
    Your religion of social expectancies can rot and fester in a world where I actually give a shit.