Perfection (Dedicated to Luci)

I remember hearing someone
Not a long time ago
Saying perfection isn't being flawless
It's being you and not bending with the flow
Any time I was upset she'd sit and talk to me
Lecture me about how I shouldn't hold it in
She didn't want to see me blue
Was worried that darkness might win

She called me beautiful and amazing
Put glitter in my hair
Every single time I've been down
She's always been there
Proping me up
Despite any resistance
She's a beautiful soul too you see
She's been the distance

Because we're all so very different
We all walk different paths
And our minds aren't organised
And neithers what they craft
Sometimes you'll feel all alone
Like yesterday's broken toy
But stay on your feet
It'll get better soon
Because being perfect is being you

Souless lens

Numbers and phrases rattle and echo in her empty head
The most pressing of which is thoughts of her bed
The words muttered are little more than white noise
What she's doing as important as playing with toys
 Staring dully through a window

At the boring brick walls

At the bars to keep them in

As silence falls


A questions been asked to a daydreaming fool
He splutters and mutters like a total tool
And she sits and waits for the bell to chime
And waits for the freedom of 3:10 home time

Endless Void

Falling down in an empty void
   Darkness swirling around
        Head over feet the wind rushes past me
            And still
                I wait
                    to hit
                       the ground

Dark Shadows

A lot of people say i'm dark
Or make some other smart remark
Yes
I am a little twisted
I have
A faded light
And occasionally red will cloud my sight

           But even darkness has something bright
             And the darkest shadows are cast by the brightest lights

Repetition

Write write write rewrite
An endless cycles through the night
Work work work more work
Not a disturbing twitch or jerk
Tick tock upon the clock that never stops
Worked until we drop

Assassin

Cold and clear in the gleaming night
Her eyes glow with dark delight
A knife in her hand, thrown with grace
To land in a forehead, scarlet blood on his face

A twirl of hair and the blur of a cloak
In the evening light the girl is smoke
And with little more than a scuffle and fight
She disappears into the concealing light

Isolation

A cold loneliness surrounds me
Doom follows and rots all I hold dear
     And I've just about had enough
     Of the pain and of this fear
Maybe one day I'll find my place
And maybe it will survive the poison that guards me
        Or maybe everything will remain the same
              Maybe I won't even get to see
                                 I'm losing the will
                                        Starting to yield not fight

                      Maybe if I just left
                                                                                            
                                                                       Everything would be aright.

Monsters

Don't worry about the monsters under your bed
Worry about the ones in your head
Worry about he demons inside
The ones that you will want to hide

Support and care

Where ever you are,
Whatever you do,
Someome will be there to comfort you.
So have a good day, morning or night.
And don't let the blue beast bite.
Because in this world of fear and pain,
Our resistance may begin to wane.
But no matter what
Don't you fear
Because someone out there will be ready to fill you with cheer.

Nature

The dew covered grass
The glimmering sea
The mountains of old
And the sky that completes

Introduction

So hey there if your reading this and didn't accidently click something that lead to this. Here is a blog that is basically a load of poems that I created. Occasionally I accidently write one or two so I've decided I'm going to put them here. Enjoy and feel free to comment your views! :-)

Onion (Dedicated to a gal I know)

An onion is kind and pure and truthful
Although misunderstood by the youthful
Many hate their hard exterior
For it makes them feel inferior
But underneath its sour face
Is a sweet inner that seems out of place
So please remember when you hold one near
Under the sour it is full of cheer

An angels call

A beautiful shadow
A daring night
A dangerous power in your sight
Your capturing gaze
Your taunting smile
Your dark desire to pain a while
The echoing cries
The fleeting glance
The deadly game that is your dance

The devils call

The wailing cry from the devils fall
For he does dwell within us all
He helped us in our feeble lives
And yet he did get no prize

Rise Again

I saw you through misted eyes
The cold wind whipped to clear my sight
Time to wake and see the light