if pain is just weakness leaving the body,
how is it that i’m too weak to go outside?
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if pain is just weakness leaving the body,
how is it that i’m too weak to go outside?

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Written by me
It's OK, I wouldn't remember me,
It's hard to make an impression
when you're focused on not being seen.
Do you know what I mean?
If you read my poems,
then please remember what they meant.
If I felt I had failed then I'd pack it all in.
So please, let's make that the deal
Remember how I made you feel.
I'm a fighter; alone
And there's a sickness in my bones.
But in my head, there is beauty
And it's shown in my work,
Don't remember the man you don't see.
Just remember the poems, written by me.
Here's to me.
Here's to the words that I sold.
The books people are willing to pay for.
Poems I wrote and got laid for.
All the money I'll spend on
Things that I'm bent on.
To my rent
My walls
My hard wood floors
And plenty of room to breath
Mother.
The body of your scrutiny
Rests upon my teenage wound
Opening it.
Cascading carmine memories,
Cover the callous skin of my wrist.
Old voices, decisions and insecurities
Chase back to my head
Like a bang from a pistol.
Ringing my ears
Staining my eyes.
A scar faded.
Returned by your claws.
I died
I came back
I embellished
I only tried to help
Writing is a joke
Writing is my life
I might catch a break
As if it were the flu.
Though I would settle for a good night sleep.

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A midnight walk
When all hope is lost
and time is runny short.
Quickly join me,
For a midnight walk.
We have till morning,
look up to space.
I'll match constellations
With the freckles on your face.
They will come in droves
With fire and sharp metal.
They've come for the undead queen
and the unclean spirit.
The sand drops from the hour glass,
You recite my orders.
Then look to the moon
And I sink my teeth in your neck.
The blood drips from my chin
Like juice from a pear.
I had no idea
That you'd taste so sweet
You drop
I whimper
The sun rises
I turn to ash.
Poetic to die
From a beauty I forsook centuries ago.
Embarrassed Today
We were just friends at the start, Now we are together in our special place.
Where we'd sit and read poetry And laugh at how edgy we tried to be.
It wasn't long before we had a go at sex, But it was considered a benefit.
Now you admit that whilst the moaning seemed sincere, I had no idea what I was doing.
It was a comfort, that was the deal; Shaking hands as we lied in bed.
Then we smoked a pack of cigarettes and read each other poetry again.
We cut our teeth on relationships, Drinking through pain and using tears as ink.
So I guess it was my fault, I was the first to open up.
When I talked about the faults in my dreams, You lied and said I was the best you'd ever seen.
I didn't think that I could break your heart, But my lack of though is my biggest fault.
Now we are sitting awkwardly, Looking out from our special place.
You ask if I have any poems to read, I joke that these days I don't play for free.
Now I know that we will never be the same, Because you look so embarrassed today.
Walking in public.
Tall and sweaty and covered in hair.
Skinny, not pretty with eyes rubbed bare.
Hidden beneath a hood, ears plugged by music.
Cut off from strangers, afraid they'll lose it.
A dance of avoidance.
A sprint of anxiety
And a perpetual feeling of dread.
Perhaps I'll feel better if I just stay in bed.
I'm fucked for loving you, but I'd be worse of without you.
The tears don't fall anymore
The blood won't clot quick enough
I'm tired of drinking tonic and gin
I don't see a way I can win.

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My eyes don't pick up what they used to
My head hurts more than it did
One small solace in this typical life
Is the knowledge that soon I'll be dead
It doesn't feel right when I breath
Everything's fallen apart
Like a pen that's run out of ink
My brains run out of ideas.
Tell them.
If this trauma takes me and I don't wake up,
Promise me you'll tell them I went
In a much better state than my sleep.
Tell them I went fighting, striking and biting.
Spin them a tale of heroics and failure.
Convince them I lived a life of adventure.
That I was a candle that burned twice as bright.
That I flew too close to the sun.
Anything other than 'my death was just boring.'
And if I am wrong, then lover I will see you in the morning.
Tears in relationships.
Bare feet on the cold bathroom tiles,
Stained make up wipes in the sink.
She slows her breathing,
Stares at the bruises on her wrist
And wipes a few more tears from her cheeks.
Now she's in pieces
But she won't give up
Because she knows,
That her friends won't let her forget
That she made a mistake.
That she shouldn't have trusted him
in the first place.
Now she's sad and alone.
Hallelujah.
We all saw
He was wrong from the start.
Paper
My strength is nothing but an illustration. Carefully picked words from a brain connected by a strand, to a body ready to die.
I lied, I've always been two world's. A mind contrasting like heaven and hell, but the hell is the only thing that feels real.
My life is just stained paper. Some will say it's ruined; others, a masterpiece.
But it never gets easier.

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What will I do.
Still alive
I need time,
I would do a lot for money
But I try to keep my pride if I can.
I met you
In my bar.
Thought you'd give me what I need
But you look for the fault in my dreams,
Like me.
Composure is a thing I learned to live without. I don't apologise for what you're about to see.
Gut Punch
I am a ghoul,
I'm unkind.
I look for war,
I work in crime
And my eyes are dull as stone.
I am cold
And unwell,
I have no blood,
Only fuel
To keep from a proper point of view.
My body is weak,
Soon my heart will give up on me.
I'm scared of what I'll be,
When it leaves.