EASY TARGET

I hope I put a spanner in your works,
I hope I ruin your life
With little effort,
Maybe a half smile
That weakens your knees,
Changes the way you breathe
Heart palpitations when I walk through your mind,
And you find in moments of clarity or in dreams
I am all you see
An amalgamation of everything you need.

BLEEDING LINES

If the pen is not my friend,
This is the end.

THE INSIDE IS BLANK

Not as in a canvas that can be painted on,
Or a page that can be written on
As in empty,
And I'm venting because there's nothing behind your eyes
Or in the lines of your veins
It's as though nothing remains
Or maybe there was nothing to begin with at all
And there should be a warning sign,
Mind the hole
If you enter you will fall.

EVERYWHERE

You are here, and here
The creases in the clouds
And the crevices between the branches in the trees
The cascading leaves,
The cracks in the pavements
Leading to back street memories
The spilt Hennessy leaking down the drain,
The same air that when inhaled
Impales and winds from the inside
The walls have eyes
I can't hide from you.

KNOCK KNOCK

Imagine if people could barge in on your thoughts,
At any time
Unbeknownst to you
Listen in to the intimate things, minute by minute
That you dare to think because they're private
At times volatile and brutally honest
But because they're only thought and not uttered
No one is hurt or wounded by the venom in your words
So just imagine if they heard
The inner verses outer line shattered.
Everything laid bare
No one spared.

FAVOURITE SONG

And now when I listen to my favourite songs
I don't hear the lyrics sang
But the conversations we had
Whilst they played in the background
Against a back drop of long laughs,
Birds tweeting
Flower buds that look like bells ringing,
And there's a pang in the pit of my stomach
At this part
Where you started to say something
But dismissed it as a silly thing
I know I would have wanted to hear
Because your eyes said enough
And I swear they tore off the first layer of my skin
Penetrating deep within
I know you would have said something
Like how this song begins.

RAIN DANCE

I'm going to pull the petal off every last stem,
Hold it like a gem to the sky
Crush it to dust between my fingers,
Why?
Because we destroy what we love
And when these ash like particles fall,
From high above
They'll hit the ground like silent notes
And we'll dance to the sound of violence.