wordsandwords

If for all the hopes and wishes In my heart I had A button or a bead then I'd be just like an old lady living alone With a tin that used to contain chocolate Crammed full Up to the brim with what once had been Useful, bright and ready to be used Now just fragments Reminders of what plans I'd made Rattling around Until I pass away and to anyone else They're nothing Meaningless oddments to throw in the bin

A teardrop to a summer storm Or more a truck stop to a driver I do not know which one I was My hope is that I'll be neither A petal on a dying rose Or its bush's prickly thorns Either evergreen and unwanted Or finite despite who mourns It's hard to see what's pencil And what is written in ink I know that I'm indelible Or at least that's what I think To depart and leave behind Naught but a ghost of joy and pain I'll work until I'm deadly sure Something of me will remain

I'm bleeding on the dance floor But the band keeps playing on And the dancers keep on twirling As their shoe soles turn crimson My blood type's AB positive              And I'm positively sure                         I wish the only blood that's spilling  Would be mine across this floor My eyes drift close, I'm failing           The band's melody begins to waver And the dancers dance more slowly    To this new melancholy flavour My lady beckons me closer                My cheek rests on the sticky floor    She's finally come to collect me          And set me free from this life's chore Yet my heart does not feel joyous    Only sorrow has made it crack     Though all awaits me is more pain      I'll give anything to go back This is how this chapter ends But there’s still more here to write I’ll pick myself up off this floor    This novel won’t end tonight I'm bleeding on the dance floor And

Do not press against these walls These structures made of ash And dust from all the little things that shattered, made of glass I have lived in many houses That have all been built the same I try to build them stronger Yet they all end up aflame This goes around in circles A torture without end Until I end up six feet down In death I need no friends

It's the family Christmas party And everyone's gathered around A chance to praise the family smarties The rest go drink another round My great aunt's still talking, droning on Showing no signs of wearying or dropping The babies start screaming, one by one Shushed by mums, but not completely stopping Eyeing up games, not monopoly, we're not mad Even my Nana's sneaked out back for a fag The food's been scoffed, mostly by my dad We've been here an hour, it feels like a drag At last I remember, as I'm on my umpteenth beer This is why we go through this just the once a year

End of day, soft pillow, warm quilt Heater on high, empty room Out-back courtyard, moon bright, stone hard Goosebumps in post-midnight gloom Eyes wide, can't sleep, struggling to unwind Cold air, cold heart Bare legs, smoke curls, once neat hair unfurls Inside, fall apart Orange light, stubbed out Long night, no doubt