More Than Ever

Also wrote this one some time over the last week. This one is one of the few that's actually inspired by real life events, mostly something that happened to me at the start of last year.

It’s kinda funny

how,

even when you know he

probably doesn’t even remember it,

you still hold it special

and want it back.

Especially now

that you’re

friends

again, and he’s moved on

but you haven’t.

And when he smiles

at you

and the corners of his mouth

turn down

in that way unique

to him:

You get a tingling

up and down

your body;

and your eyes unfocus

just for second.

And you need him now more than before.

Love and Heartbreak

Wrote this some time over the last week when I was bored in school. Wasn't really sure what it was about until I wrote the last verse today. Still not entirely sure if it all fits together.

A single ice-white rose,

petals scattered on the floor.

A dirty footprint stamped on the scene,

and frozen tears.

A smashed picture:

His face, torn cleanly out.

Red blood

scattered on the drops of glass.

A rusty knife

dug deep into the table;

deep etches mark out

scars from previous fights.

A lipstick-stained letter,

faded through time,

and smelling faintly

of a masculine perfume.

Nail varnish,

spilled and smudged.

Left in a hurry

and quickly forgotten.

The remnants of a string of pearls;

loose beads stained with age

have been broken and scattered

across the blood red velvet tablecloth.

Pictures and memories.

All of them

from those last few precious days

before it ended.



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Inside an Angel

This is based on a character called Clayra Ironblood, who I will probably be putting up more about, maybe a short story, and another character called Roman Laurence, who there will also be more about.

I remember

the first time

I saw her...

Her nails were

cracked and dirty

but her hands

were beautiful

and her ratty

bleach blonde hair

covered

an angelic face.

She was hunched up

under a giant jumper;

and she looked

half dead.

But when I reached out a hand to her

she smiled.

And it was like

the sun had finally come out.

Star Light, Star Bright

I wrote this when I was bored in prep this week. Not really sure what inspired me.

If I was a great big fire

I would burn down

all the walls surrounding you.

But I am only

a tiny little candle flame.

So I will wait here

until someday you notice

me, among the millions

of identical insignificant lights.