Curious

Joy runs a marathon
One step, another
Follows yours
And I am, again

The excellent reptile
Lovely lady
We'll dance to your steps
Midnight to sundown
Waiting for the Big Bang

Again and again
Best you ever had
We'll be waiting for
the answer the answer the answer,
please reply
we want your survey, your view
your solitary planet blue

Green lady
Sucker's punch
Aha, down I go
and you're raised
on high, god-like
eye of my mind

Before

you’ve been watching the crash
like a black bracken flower
petal fragmenting and shredded remnants
the white throat slit like a mercy
and heaven’s pour opened with hell
your cry echoes with anger
a destroying sea and the next light
is unforgiving, another swell, the next rise
undying, you tremble, but with so much hope
cling to the things you thought you could
barbed sweet nothings whisper against your lips
you sigh in delirium, like you mean it
before it came to pull you under
before it came to this
before it sank so much deeper than you want it
before you could bear it any longer
before you begin

you’re left bleeding on the bed
another dawn has ended in tears and fears
this is beyond your expectations
far out of reach, beyond logic
you calculate coolly as you step out
tired wind dies against your face
there has been no reprieve, no relief
another death has passed you
yet you live like a resurrected calling
you ache for the things you hated
you leave the things you loved
there has been no break, no befores
no afters, no long lingering goodbyes
you have been torn into one, into many
a loss of aims, a gain of desires
collapse and rebuilt within recognition
another day has arrived for you to smother
step forward, head high with self-pity
no mercy no cry no weeping
the gravel shatters, you get on your feet
you rise again with such ease.

Blue

purely innocent
beyond a doubt
we bathe in the light
of planets, solid blue
with despair etching itself in stone
and we read and smile
like nothing is wrong

we thought we could be happy
we are, in our way
there have been doubts, undoubtedly
hallucinations and delusions
admittedly real

march of the apes
unhaltingly, like my death
resurrection is insane
arcane, we dream inane
and beg for life to be the same

we dream of the light of planets
solid blue
our eyes are shut
chaos and we rue

Disenchantment

so i set myself up with hopes,
with those precious iceboxes
hopes like solid ice cubes
stewing in the safe arctic air
those boxes, locked up

hear stories of dead people
myths of ruin and glory
all down in dust
useless inconsequential dust
would you have treated them
the same way
though you don’t say

Psychedelia

watched Placebo live
Molko gave me his shirt
Matt had a samurai knife
slashed Doherty with a spurt

flew through my kampung streets
treaded air like water
met a girl with some sweets
met a boy; it wasn't her brother

gave them Oreos and glucose drinks
they skinned my cat and ate him
found Potter's eyes on the Kerinchi link
the girl had got him creamed

Drama team ditched the reunion
someone had the nerve to rat
he died after eating the Malaysian Onion
I don't feel so sorry; he's so sad

gobbed myself on Panadols
took a psychedelic trip
saw you die in brilliant whorls!
broke my sleep, bruising lips

Stasis

were i dead
i'd believe you
come back to bed
sad fat no clue

freeze of blood
fade quench glitter
futility in flood
comes to a head

jarring night
fairy fags my love
turn off the light
red heart to leaden blue

Brain exercise

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a bored girl in possession of a perfectly good Internet connection and the admirable services of Blogger shall be posting this due to some obscure reason which she herself is unable to explain due to the fact that this blog was not part of her plans at all but it just came out of the blue oh my goodness what should we do now this is perfectly atrocious my dear not to mention scandalous this is an attempt at confusing people isn't it and trying to write as freely as possible without a thought for coherency and flow not that I mind really it's just it gets quite quite annoying after a bit when some paragraphs go on for pages not logical not logical at all when you think about it because people don't talk like this do they not giving others a chance to speak in the least said person would become quite unpopular I guess but no writers always have to include dialogue like this covering nearly an entire page how is the character to breathe I wonder an ass ha ha Bottom was an ass in Shakespeare's play A Midsummer Night's Dream with Helena and Hermia with those two ninnies Lysander and Demetrius Puck now Puck he was insane quite insane do you think he was mental unbalanced quite psychotic I wonder how many times have I used the word Quite not that it bothers me particularly my my but then again repetition can get quite tiring for people especially readers I wanted to put Matt's name in this blog's URL but then decided against it I mean he isn't the only hot guy in the world is he there's Molko and Artemis Fowl too I wonder what happened to Artemis and Holly she kicks ass like nobody's business hard to read this isn't it so I'm going to stop soon maybe read some more of asses blundering round an Athenian wood with Titania the Fairy Queen and perhaps Turin who married his sister Nienor Niniel shocked me that story did Sauron after all was just a servant nothing beats Morgoth on his high throne and Luthien and Beren I loved that story especially Luthien but I think I should stop now because my fingers are aching thank goodness Woolf didn't write Mrs. Dalloway as incoherently as this but I'm still having trouble reading it I admit her mental leaps are making me mental I wonder how Plath wrote all those poems "Stasis in darkness" what a thrill the imagination is sparked beyond er imagination such dreams and thoughts she had okay I'm stopping now stopping stopping stop