New work

Cheeky flowers

As the sun starts to rise

The darkness falls

The cold disappears

And we’ll have a ball

.

We open up

And reveal ourselves

Ready to be taken

As if on the shelf

.

Feed on us

Suck us dry

Rub yourself

Don’t be shy

.

That orange glow

Feels so good

Irreplaceable

Nothing could

.

As it eventually fades

To say goodnight

We start to close

As we miss our light

.

Off to sleep

Until the next day

See you soon

We’ll be back out to play

New work

How to get out

I need to get away

From this abuse so bad

Taking its toll on me

Feeling so sad

.

He’s not violent with me

At least not physically

Although it’s still torture

The way he bullies

.

You just wouldn’t know

He’d never do it to your face

The mental abuse

I feel so disgraced

.

I wonder why he does it

Why he has to control

He enjoys his puppet

That he can mould

.

Whatever he wants

His every whim

I have to do it

Or else he is mean

.

It just never stops

Again and again

I wish it would

I feel such shame

.

How to get out

How to leave

I’m tired now

I just want peace

New work

I wonder why

I used to love you

But every inch of my body says no

My heart still yearns for you

Telling me not to go

.

For every door I open

My conscience pulls it shut

For every time I say I can

My guilt always places a but

.

Maybe we can make it work

I keep telling myself that

As I put my keys into the door

I wonder why I keep coming back

New work

Selfish greed

I sometimes think of the noose

The great escape

The selfish greed of getting out

Leaving everyone to clear up the mess

.

The heavy sack on my back

Voluntarily pulling me down

I don’t want to breathe

I don’t want to fight

.

I’m tired

Good for nothing

What do I give?

What is the point?

.

If I could I would

Just give up

Fade away

Who the fuck cares

New work

Numb

Numb inside

Living with myself

Feeling constantly

On the shelf

.

I am difficult

To be around

To live with

Make others frown

.

It’s inside of me

Can’t explain it

I’ll just write

For now

.

Nothingness

Always and at once

Aching

To feel like before

.

Time has passed

Change too

I won’t

I know me

.

The sacred path

That we wonder

If it even

Exists

.

I’ll never get there

Nor do I want

All is fake

A myth

.

Hope is overrated

Live to die

Only waiting

Million questions why

.

We’ll just never know

Answers evading

Like the new

Disease

.

At least it’s better

Than suffering

Trying to work out

And explain

.

This horrid mess

We call a life

Make our mistakes

And ask. Why?

New work

Rendez-vous

Nervous, heart pumping

Appointment soon

Thoughts colliding

Impending doom

.

In the car

Radio loud

Having doubts

Wondering how

.

Receptionist scolding

Wrong room

Sorry miss

Face of doom

.

Hour waiting

To see the doc

Scrolling videos

On tiktok

.

Finally the moment

Take a breath

Approach the room

What will be next?

New work

Sure I won’t be missed

I hate money

It’s control over us

Can’t get enough of it

It causes such a fuss

.

Everything depends on it

Can’t get away

Always need more of it

At the end of every day

.

Debt comes to bite your ass

And it rips you a new hole

It tosses the windows out

Until the vacuum takes hold

.

There are always others

That are much worse off than me

But my biggest stress of all

It has its way with me

.

So much worry

So much stress

Sometimes wondering

What is this test

.

Cars always breaking down

Kids to pay for

Working for your job

Feeling like a whore

.

Now we have to live to work

To pay all the fucking bills

Eating all my insides out

Like a poisonous swill

.

What is next to save myself

To get away from this

Put a bullet through my skull

Sure I won’t be missed

New work

Suffering weep

So so young

In the bedroom alone

Dark dark feelings

In the family home

.

Penknife out

Grating the skin

Starting to cut now

Pushing within

.

Feeling the pain

Gritting the teeth

Seeing the blood

Feeling misbelief

.

Tears of rage

Flow from eyes

Hating everything

True despise

.

Hating life

To finally stop

Giving up

Had enough

.

Laying down

Looking up

Regretting now

The open cut

.

Old t shirt

Wrapped around

Foetal silence

Not a sound

.

Tired now

Suffering weep

Teary dreams

Fading to sleep

New work

This virtual world

You’re in and out

I can’t understand

What is your goal

What is your plan

Do you like me

Is that why you’re here

Do you like to

Stop and stare

Do I please you

Looking at me

Do I make you

Really happy

What do you look like

I wonder to myself

I wonder why

You never reveal yourself

You lurk in the shadows

A real lonely ghost

Talking occasionally

To be a good host

One day you will talk more

And we’ll talk for real

This virtual world

Is so surreal