Wrong Side Of Paradise

Tuesday, 29 October 2013

History Deceiving

He's already read the pages of his history.

Attempts at living fiction turn to mystery.

You can see it in the eyes, it's the same sad story.

Everything's the same in his inventory.

Steady as he goes, as per his instructions.

Delicate but sure is his worlds destruction.

Running from a future that's surely fated.

You call it a mess, he calls it complicated.

Looking in a mirror for the same reflection.

Shadows scar his eyes they're the same complexion.

He tried to live a life that's disconnected.

It's in his veins, it's in his bones, his souls infected.

He can't pick a side, is he saint or sinner.

You'll give him your best, he'll have the worst delivered.

He likes to kill them softy with his cruel inflections.

Just another broken heart to add to his collection.

Running to avoid the same destination.

Never could decide on his aspirations.

Doomed by fate to make the same mistakes.

Lessons never learned, just more rules to break.

All he really wants is to lose the burden.

He wants to be himself...just a different version

Monday, 7 October 2013


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Remnants of a summer's day ending. 
Shapes rushing home, merging, blending. 

I'm feeling beat. Steaming coffee outside. Position a chair to rest my feet.

Stealing glances. Night advances. 

People watching. Coy smiles. Subtle blushing.

The fading sun glows. Time slows. 
Struck by Deja Vu. 

Across the street A girl I knew. What to do? 

Stop my arm from raising up. 
Sit and watch. Look don't touch.

Satin hair blows out of her face. 

Flashbacks to a familiar place. 

Warm nights on a now lonely bed.
Dancing fingers on my chest.

Love felt but left unsaid.