Bring Some Knives
She had messy
golden curls,
A fierce lady
dressed in diamonds and pearls.
Two shots fired
from across the line, I hope war can’t be defined.
She had emerald,
gleaming eyes,
Nobody could tell
the beauty through the lies.
Sixteen without a care in the world,
Others would have truly hurled.
Ruby red,
luscious lips,
Ladies like her
foretold all of the sinking ships.
For she caused all of the gray skies,
After all the sacred lies,
For the families,
friends,
daughters,
sons who had died.
Those who support the woman
who appears to sway
when she walks,
Will forever turn to men and others-
too gingerly to talk.
Don’t be fooled by those fierce eyes,
those fierce curls,
those tainted crimson lips-
Inevitably painted
by the blood who thought
they could cut the slip..
that silk,
ivory skin and
luxurious lies that fooled
tens of thousands of lives. This is my war,
100 years on.
So always remember
to bring some knives,
As roses will forever wilt
in the eyes of the rich guilt.
Wire & Wool
I see everyone.
I see how they're all made of wool.
It surrounds them like a blanket-
I'm made out of barbed wire.
No matter who touches me,
I hurt them.
I try to wirecut off my edges-
to be like you.
I melt myself,
the metal clumps like a scab-
that i'm just itching to pick at,
but we both know I will still be sharp.
I prick myself on the jagged points,
Like a needle feeding an addict.
I sting myself like a wasp,
Blood drips as a hideous rouge ink,
It pours out
like an unkind faucet.
Reminding me of how
"i'm unlike the others".
I'm unlike you.
However, don't forget I see everyone.
I see how she's made of wool.
And I see how it hugs her like a blanket-
Why can't I be made of cotton wool?
Glass and Wire
I wrap myself around you,
You hold me tight
like an impatient child
with a teddy bear,
Or two lovers
That refuse
To let each other leave.
Why will you not let go?
Can't you see what I'm made of?
Please let go-
You don't.
I'm pleading now-
I don't want you to let go.
I burrow myself into you.
You let me in-
I don't hurt you.
I poke you like
a lazy rose
Unintentionally hurting
The avid gardener,
You laugh it off like
It was a poke to the side
Are you wearing gloves?
Would you reshape me?
But you don't-
as like me,
you are sharp.
You're made of diamond
I can't cut through you.
However, I'm a prisoner to my mind.
It makes me believe
that you would
Remould yourself as glass
Crowds For Crows
When I stand up in a crowd,
I feel all eyes on me.
I'm fully exposed,
Its like i'm standing naked-
I'll be picked apart like
I'm a fresh carcass;
everyone else
is the crooked vultures-
There is no standing ovation.
-Never in my eyes,
There's not a clap in sight-
nor a smile,
Just hungry eyes
and sharp baring teeth.
I begin to think
Of a time
When it didn't feel
like walls closed in on me,
When it didn't feel degrading-
As if I'm a sheep
being sent to slaughter
By my own peers.
My way of coping_
Living in a fantasy
Isn't all what it seems.
High expectations- that's all I have.
High hopes;
Active imagination.
The best possible outcome,
As I expect so much from all around me.
I know that it's untrue.
I know that it's unfair.
But whats so bad
about wanting something
good to happen?
Why is it so burdenous
To imagine a better future?
I feel like i'm a villain
In a film,
I need to start
Accepting my reality
From today.
Flower Arrangements
I wish I was a flower,
Maybe then i'd be beautiful.
But you'd pick me up
off my roots,
Pull off my petals
and watch me wilt.
Just like an experiment gone wrong.
Like putting a dead fish
in a toilet bowl; hoping it would revive,
But it doesn't.
My petals aren't like any others,
For I am not delicate.
My petals will re-grow,
I will regrow-
become a garden
For I put my plasters
on my scraped up knees,
And kissed my bruises away.
She had messy
golden curls,
A fierce lady
dressed in diamonds and pearls.
Two shots fired
from across the line, I hope war can’t be defined.
She had emerald,
gleaming eyes,
Nobody could tell
the beauty through the lies.
Sixteen without a care in the world,
Others would have truly hurled.
Ruby red,
luscious lips,
Ladies like her
foretold all of the sinking ships.
For she caused all of the gray skies,
After all the sacred lies,
For the families,
friends,
daughters,
sons who had died.
Those who support the woman
who appears to sway
when she walks,
Will forever turn to men and others-
too gingerly to talk.
Don’t be fooled by those fierce eyes,
those fierce curls,
those tainted crimson lips-
Inevitably painted
by the blood who thought
they could cut the slip..
that silk,
ivory skin and
luxurious lies that fooled
tens of thousands of lives. This is my war,
100 years on.
So always remember
to bring some knives,
As roses will forever wilt
in the eyes of the rich guilt.
Wire & Wool
I see everyone.
I see how they're all made of wool.
It surrounds them like a blanket-
I'm made out of barbed wire.
No matter who touches me,
I hurt them.
I try to wirecut off my edges-
to be like you.
I melt myself,
the metal clumps like a scab-
that i'm just itching to pick at,
but we both know I will still be sharp.
I prick myself on the jagged points,
Like a needle feeding an addict.
I sting myself like a wasp,
Blood drips as a hideous rouge ink,
It pours out
like an unkind faucet.
Reminding me of how
"i'm unlike the others".
I'm unlike you.
However, don't forget I see everyone.
I see how she's made of wool.
And I see how it hugs her like a blanket-
Why can't I be made of cotton wool?
Glass and Wire
I wrap myself around you,
You hold me tight
like an impatient child
with a teddy bear,
Or two lovers
That refuse
To let each other leave.
Why will you not let go?
Can't you see what I'm made of?
Please let go-
You don't.
I'm pleading now-
I don't want you to let go.
I burrow myself into you.
You let me in-
I don't hurt you.
I poke you like
a lazy rose
Unintentionally hurting
The avid gardener,
You laugh it off like
It was a poke to the side
Are you wearing gloves?
Would you reshape me?
But you don't-
as like me,
you are sharp.
You're made of diamond
I can't cut through you.
However, I'm a prisoner to my mind.
It makes me believe
that you would
Remould yourself as glass
Crowds For Crows
When I stand up in a crowd,
I feel all eyes on me.
I'm fully exposed,
Its like i'm standing naked-
I'll be picked apart like
I'm a fresh carcass;
everyone else
is the crooked vultures-
There is no standing ovation.
-Never in my eyes,
There's not a clap in sight-
nor a smile,
Just hungry eyes
and sharp baring teeth.
I begin to think
Of a time
When it didn't feel
like walls closed in on me,
When it didn't feel degrading-
As if I'm a sheep
being sent to slaughter
By my own peers.
My way of coping_
Living in a fantasy
Isn't all what it seems.
High expectations- that's all I have.
High hopes;
Active imagination.
The best possible outcome,
As I expect so much from all around me.
I know that it's untrue.
I know that it's unfair.
But whats so bad
about wanting something
good to happen?
Why is it so burdenous
To imagine a better future?
I feel like i'm a villain
In a film,
I need to start
Accepting my reality
From today.
Flower Arrangements
I wish I was a flower,
Maybe then i'd be beautiful.
But you'd pick me up
off my roots,
Pull off my petals
and watch me wilt.
Just like an experiment gone wrong.
Like putting a dead fish
in a toilet bowl; hoping it would revive,
But it doesn't.
My petals aren't like any others,
For I am not delicate.
My petals will re-grow,
I will regrow-
become a garden
For I put my plasters
on my scraped up knees,
And kissed my bruises away.
I just go wild and unleash my thoughts n feelings in one go ✨✨