pearls

His wildest of efforts are clearly in vain
Since he’s not a link in this terrible chain
A chain of events between tough guys and girls
With heartache and back break and oyster jacked pearls
But one day he’ll scream, and he won’t need to care
Cos those terrible kids will no longer be there
And he’ll realise that he was just wasting his weeks
Trying to fit in with the shallowest cliques
And the eyes that once wept for self pity and sorrow
Will gleam in the light, and look on to tomorrow

to feel

The rage that overtook him
Invaded his cool mind.
To taste the tang of victory
The vengeance he would find.
To feel the fire of fury
Enthralled him, to start
But once again he realised.
None of this would win her heart

He’d won before in battles
But never won the war
The blood would always wash up
On his poor old kitchen floor
He knew now to be cautious
To tread with upmost care
When searching through his closet
For skeletons lived there

pirate adventures - in stable unstable

i was a pirate once
but now the ship in which i sailed lies sunken at the bottom of the deepest ocean
never to be recovered
now i walk on foals legs
unsturdy in this new world that seems to change every moment
every butterfly which flutters past is wonderous but i cannot seem to grasp it with these hands of mine
a net is acquired with speech
but speech will only get you so far
once the people try to herd you, and use you for sport
then the only place to gallop is away
or nowhere

her

the perfect eyes that look upon me with such arrogance
testing me
the brilliantly soft hair that sways in the cold wind
creating creatures of deadly beauty
out of strands as shallow as your love
the colder remarks drifting slowly from your tongue like blades,
gradually turning it forked

you can still poison me, subtle snake
so watch where you put your lips
and where you put your teeth

life

life is a jigsaw
your parents are one corner, your best friend is another corner, your soulmate is another corner, and your teacher/s is/are another corner
all the pieces in the middle are less significant
but when they've all been found
your left with a picture
you can take the corners away from the picture if you want
but then it doesnt look the same
it looks incomplete
broken, if you will
and the cracks between the other pieces become more evident


without someone to bring you into the world, someone to guide you through it and teach you about it, someone to go through it with, and someone to go through it for, your picture will never be complete, and will lie on the kitchen table until it gets pulled apart by frustrated hands.

wooden swords

you won't win a single war,
you fight with wooden swords and pour,
your hopes, your dreams, into this fight,
to fall again, with fading light.
so run and wretch 'til throat won't sing,
and take advantage of your kin,
but none will care when wood is ash,
you'll land in tears, a dreadful splash

betrayal

we searched, another rogue we found,
the others have returned to us, their victims now friends,
but this one man.
who stands to fight battle,
after battle,
to once again bring my ship down,
will swim to atlantis to do so.


for he knows that as samurai he has betrayed his men.

but to take sword to his own heart would be too much,
so he only hurts the hearts that are closest to him
the ones who thought they could stand and fight together.


for the hurt heart has fought before in alliances,
and fallen before taking glory, screaming,
'go on without me'

perhaps this time mercy shall be shown

or perhaps this time
mercy shall be taken