(inspired by the sign I saw on the back of the loo door in the covered market that said "now wash your hands" I just found it slightly amusing that we still needed to be told what to do. mixed with some of the eyes i've witnessed led to this...)
Now wash your hands...
Of him.
Because if the eyes show the strength of the soul
He's dying
When was it you started lying?
Did any of it
mean anything?
Nothing.
Fuck, it was me.
I. I wasn't enough.
And what up bruv?
Doesn't need to be said
We all know what's going on in his head.
An accidental arrogance accumulates
As he lies
Every day and every night
In that memorial bed.
Because we're not talking about just anyone
We're talking about us
We took the height of love
And raised the bar the fuck right up.
But honestly love,
You need to wash your hands,
Wash away the stench of your shared stale skin
So the overanalysation stops
And the burning can begin.
Because right now every chapter
That truly mattered
Is you.
All you.
His brain is suffering under depression
The skull acting as a compression
Causing an oppression
of the pointless conversations
That swim around him on the outside,
But he can't hide
He's slapped and slap bang in the middle
Far removed in social situations,
Everything in this life a mere obligation.
So give him back to us,
His life around you we can't trust.
Gotta stop giving in to your boredom
borderline lust.
Can't help the hope inspired by each and every one of your glance,
His brain is working overtime
Turning you into an untouchable mirage
So reason won't listen
So you better wash your hands.
He's not going to realise
Until you sanitise
That you are just friends
He needs those irritants of time and space
To recompose the components of your face
For your actions to be militant
Cutting him off with a harsh vigilance.
And though his eyes are blank
They speak more than a million words ever could
Because this is an emotion that existed before vocalisation,
Time, and even the whole of creation
What sparked our existence.
We get that you care, and that's why you're hesitant
But he'll come back to you some day,
But right now, can't you see
You really shouldn't stay.
x
Tuesday, 31 August 2010
Sunday, 25 July 2010
Just The Way You Look Tonight
"The way you look tonight"
... and other such romances
tumble out of his mouth
into your heart,
And as you drain that tumbler
of courage thats a tad too sharp
Your eyes read his
"You. You are mine tonight."
Tonight being the operative of the unscribed sentence
Because come that morning wrinkled nose
and squint of the eye
You realise
with a shrug off of his actions
You are still not his mine.
Again.
Again.
And again.
You fall for that block in your path,
The aura that stops you
from acting like you know you really, really ought to
and you can see it in the friends hesitant smiles
that none of you are acting wise,
neither participants
nor spectators.
But there he is again
On your doorstep
of your rationality
ringing your bell
of your insanity
And you always answer
To that smile
To that line
"The way you look tonight"
Because he's loving you in the old romance
That you've been taught to seek
By our dear Mr Disney
Oh, dear Mr Walt,
With you I have to lay the fault
It was just plain unkind
To condition our young minds
To expect such impossibilities
To evoke us into showing each other the lights of our cities
And other such romances
Like
"The way you look tonight"
We've got it all wrong,
You're all messed up,
Shook up,
In a blender of emotions
but there is nothing healthy about this smoothie
Just another smooth talker
Just another look in his eye
Just another line
"The way you look tonight"
Just another time that he blurs the line between life and fantasy
Just another romance.
But it all means nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Because you are
not
his
someone.
You are just anyone
In his arms.
A mannequin of pure physicality
You are being deluded and confused
Changing this whole ordeal
of an ideal
into HEADLINE news.
Because to you it is.
This infactuation you just can't quit.
But you're barely a fragment in his head
Just a hot water bottle of a body in his bed.
So it doesn't matter what look is in his eye tonight
They'll be vacant again under that harsh morning light.
Oh love,
It was,
It is,
And always will be,
Just the way
You look
Tonight.
x
... and other such romances
tumble out of his mouth
into your heart,
And as you drain that tumbler
of courage thats a tad too sharp
Your eyes read his
"You. You are mine tonight."
Tonight being the operative of the unscribed sentence
Because come that morning wrinkled nose
and squint of the eye
You realise
with a shrug off of his actions
You are still not his mine.
Again.
Again.
And again.
You fall for that block in your path,
The aura that stops you
from acting like you know you really, really ought to
and you can see it in the friends hesitant smiles
that none of you are acting wise,
neither participants
nor spectators.
But there he is again
On your doorstep
of your rationality
ringing your bell
of your insanity
And you always answer
To that smile
To that line
"The way you look tonight"
Because he's loving you in the old romance
That you've been taught to seek
By our dear Mr Disney
Oh, dear Mr Walt,
With you I have to lay the fault
It was just plain unkind
To condition our young minds
To expect such impossibilities
To evoke us into showing each other the lights of our cities
And other such romances
Like
"The way you look tonight"
We've got it all wrong,
You're all messed up,
Shook up,
In a blender of emotions
but there is nothing healthy about this smoothie
Just another smooth talker
Just another look in his eye
Just another line
"The way you look tonight"
Just another time that he blurs the line between life and fantasy
Just another romance.
But it all means nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Because you are
not
his
someone.
You are just anyone
In his arms.
A mannequin of pure physicality
You are being deluded and confused
Changing this whole ordeal
of an ideal
into HEADLINE news.
Because to you it is.
This infactuation you just can't quit.
But you're barely a fragment in his head
Just a hot water bottle of a body in his bed.
So it doesn't matter what look is in his eye tonight
They'll be vacant again under that harsh morning light.
Oh love,
It was,
It is,
And always will be,
Just the way
You look
Tonight.
x
Monday, 24 May 2010
What becomes of the broken heaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarted...
Friday, 16 April 2010
You might want some colgate with that...
I am actually going to sort my life out and put into action a plan thats been brewing for far too long...
A plan that goes a little something like this:
Basically, I find it weird to think about how you could have encountered people who you later become close with, but just don't realise that you've technically met/seen each other before. Like, you could've walked past them in the street, sat on the same seat on the bus... etc. This thought led to me thinking about how the person you are going to marry/spend your life with (if you happen to be so lucky) is quite happily living their life without you in it, dating someone else, perhaps thinking that they have found the one... when they haven't. Because that one is you. And how your paths could have crossed but you just never realised...
This is where my plan comes in. I'm going to make a load of little notes that all start with 'And you...'
e.g. 'And you might have stuck your gum right next to mine'
...I am then going to leave these all over the place for people to find, take photos and make a little scrap book called 'And You'.
This was inspired by Rob Ryan's book of paper cuttings called 'This is for you' an absolutely beautiful book.
I am very aware that this is sickeningly cutesy and sweet and eurgh, but just go brush your teeth afterwards yeah?
A plan that goes a little something like this:
Basically, I find it weird to think about how you could have encountered people who you later become close with, but just don't realise that you've technically met/seen each other before. Like, you could've walked past them in the street, sat on the same seat on the bus... etc. This thought led to me thinking about how the person you are going to marry/spend your life with (if you happen to be so lucky) is quite happily living their life without you in it, dating someone else, perhaps thinking that they have found the one... when they haven't. Because that one is you. And how your paths could have crossed but you just never realised...
This is where my plan comes in. I'm going to make a load of little notes that all start with 'And you...'
e.g. 'And you might have stuck your gum right next to mine'
...I am then going to leave these all over the place for people to find, take photos and make a little scrap book called 'And You'.
This was inspired by Rob Ryan's book of paper cuttings called 'This is for you' an absolutely beautiful book.
I am very aware that this is sickeningly cutesy and sweet and eurgh, but just go brush your teeth afterwards yeah?
Avoiding writing, reading, unpacking, tidying...
...So yes, this is what I did instead. A very productive couple of hours i think.
Thursday, 18 March 2010
Tuesday, 16 March 2010
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