Friday, October 30, 2009

The Deaths Of Millions

I have spoken to the rest of the world and we all feel sorry for you. Because we get to look at you but all you have to look at, is us.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

The Last Place We Saw Them

Gasping for air and sanity. Moon and stars and clouds and night. Out of breath and breathless. Pillows and sheets and blankets and you. I will drown in this bed. They say it’s just like going to sleep.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

The New Species

I want to weave you into me. Stick your thorns in and grow. Bleed sap and feel this shining light. Grow strange leaves. Bear this fruit. Share this soil. Bury ourselves. Reach for the sun. Strip this bark. Carve a name and a heart into me. Please.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

The Train After Dinner

The food in French restaurants turns to bread and water without you.

Monday, October 26, 2009

The Absence Of Oxygen

Forget the air. I'll breathe you instead.

Friday, October 23, 2009

The Helix

To be soft like plasticine. Each step you fall down lending a hand to you. Shaping you. Rather than stopping you.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

The Mechanics Of Puppetry

I guess I should say thank you, for cutting all my strings. But if it's all the same to you, I wish you'd left my wings.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

The Peace And The Star

You think bravery is to fight and courage is to die. But the bravest ones stand in front of those who would and say

"We will not fight. Because courage is to live."

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

The To Not Do List

There are a million important things to do. But none as important as lying here next to you.

Monday, October 19, 2009

The Autumn In Their Eyes

You are not there. Somewhere in the future, suffering for something that hasn't happened yet. You are not there, in a place where all your worries manifest.

You are not there. Somewhere in the past, reliving your old mistakes and regrets. You are not there, in a place where memories resurrect.

You are here. Right here.

Friday, October 16, 2009

The Perfect Kiss

Which is when the world stopped turning.
Which is when the birds fell silent.
Which is when the clouds all breathed in at the same time.
Which is when lies became truth.
Which is when pain became love.
Which is when fires burned blue.
Which is when red flowers bloomed.
Which is when snow fell.
Which is when ice became water.
Which is when the universe smiled.
Which is when the sunshine and the moonlight met.
Which is when gravity gave up the ghost.
Which is when the air became thick.
Which is when people screamed on the edges of cliffs.
Which is when every guitar in the world strummed the same three chords over and over.
Which is when the dead rolled over and wished to live again.
Which is when the song turned itself up.
Which is when aliens on other worlds looked up into the heavens and gasped.
When is when hurricanes and storms and floods swept through us.
Which is when tears fell from willows at the beauty of it all.
Which is when riots and madness chased themselves through the streets.
Which is when millions of glasses committed suicide, throwing themselves from kitchen cupboards.
Which is when angels were filled with envy.
Which is when vampires threw back their heads and howled.
Which is when skin crawled.

Which is when we were watching TV on a couch.

Which is when you were in my arms and I was in your mouth.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

The Cold Travels Fast

We all know what's happening here because it's happened before. Like an avalanche, there's nothing we can do about it so we don't even need to speak. But this time, if we're covered by the ice and snow, I will hold you tight. I will keep you warm.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

The Oroborus I Fell In Love With

Where you are, right here and now, this is how bad stories end. But it's also how the best stories, begin.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

The Evidence Against And For

I have these dreams, filled with the melodic singles of rock bands, blank pages and words pouring out of plants, rabbits in top hats singing lullabies to lost love, golden dragons circling the grave of their mother, roaring fire and flame in defiance of death, barristers and black knights doing battle in city streets, trains to hell and elevators to heaven, somewhere in an ocean of skin, somewhere in a sky filled with sin (bring them all to bear).

And though you might not have witnessed them, I believe it all to be as real as anything else I've ever seen.

Monday, October 12, 2009

The Colours Run

Because you're looking for a date, not love. Because you're more interested in who you go to bed with than who you wake up next to. Because you tick boxes in your head instead of crossing lines in your heart.

Friday, October 9, 2009

The Passing Moments

Time grabs you by the hand and pulls you fast. Sometimes faster. And we don't notice at first because we're all still shocked at being alive.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

The Sky Will Leave Us

Now you all travel in shells, one per a shell because you can't trust anyone. Belching thick, black smoke, too far and too shielded to be seen or recognised as human so you treat each other as aliens while those who can't afford shells stand in a mechanical tide, washing in and out in time to red and green lights.

Beggars on a black beach.

Look what you've done to my air.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

The Vow Of Noise

I'll understand your silence. Because sometimes, you'll have to understand mine.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

The Wet Hair And Eyes

You are a drop of perfect in an imperfect world. And all I need, is a taste.

Monday, October 5, 2009

The Remembrance Of Light

Soft earth outside, water, grass and flowers, trees above that, clouds, sky and sun, stars all the way to forever and you somewhere in the middle, remembering me where I fell. So I’ll smile when I die, no matter what they do to me. I did all I could and nothing less. Over my dead body.

Friday, October 2, 2009

The Truth Behind Glass Mountains

This isn't torture.

Torture happens in small, dark rooms in countries with names you struggle to spell.

This is just mildly unpleasant.

This isn't heroism.

Heroism happens in churches that are also schools, performed by teachers with no names and no place to stay.

This is just a good deed for the day.

This isn't loss.

Loss happens on fields filled with poppies, in hospitals buzzing with flies, in distant deserts and late at night when there's no good reason for the phone to ring.

This is just longing.

This isn't important.

Important happens on bended knees and is breathed on last breaths with hands clutched tight, hearts tighter.

This is just a distraction.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

The Distance To Dreaming

If it doesn't happen magically over night, you might want to try doing it manually, every day.