Wait – A Playlist Can Be A Monster?

maybe it can
yes, darling, a playlist can be a monster
a fire can be a pushover
an angel can burn out
leather can emaciate
surety can anticipate
light can blind you (shout out to the fact that too much of even a good thing is a bad thing!)
old adages can taunt you
cleansing can empty you a bit too far
a highway can crumble (932 bloody songs!! one at a time hmm who would’ve thought)
wait – a fire can be a pushover?
fascinating. the only thing i believe in could be a pushover.


Rock Bottom

rock bottom is quite the place to be
your feet stand level on what feels like fire
but your heart messes around a little more than you want it to
it’s exciting, though
because one moment you feel like your heart’s exactly where it should be
and then you suddenly feel like it’s stuck in your throat because you’re an idiot for trying to cough it out for being so weird
and then suddenly it’s back to where it should be but it’s a little more disconnected than you want it to be
give it another hour and your throat will have recovered, because
now your heart’s slipping downwards
and now it’s making you want to puke
why are you holding it back?
oh yes, of course, refer to line 6

you got the hint?
you’re an idiot for trying

Allow Me To Spice Up Your Lullaby A Little

The shadow of the evening sun

he creeps a little closer

a little too close

his feet send cracks through the willowed wooden floor

echoing in the chamber of your heart

within your reach, yet taunting your mind

with equivalents and runs in scarlet divine

indeed this euphoria is having you

for dinner tonight

And i don’t know and i can’t see if this feeling’s wisp is having me

i shut my eyes too tight to breathe i know this demon’s easily

i want him with his rusty claws and promising screech

he lays his hands i crumble and i long to be whole again

This piece was inspired by “Lullaby”, the masterful, haunting track by The Cure, off the gorgeous soundscape that is the album Disintegration.


I’m standing in white at the precipice of a thousand more

I’m looking down and out, far and through

The only way down is the only way up

I look for all I’ve lost to breathe my design

I crave all I’ve longed for to whiff my trade

The tangles intensify and the ground softens

But I’m taking my step anyway.

The Narratives Demand Your Dedication And You Need To Understand That

car seats are sorta comfortable sometimes

when the stereo can’t quite get as loud as you wish it could

hey there was a beautiful bass note right there

did you hear it?

man, i wish you could hear it

but isn’t that the point of my writing in the first place?

i want to paint a vision to you

i want to encapsulate a point in my life where and when i’m unsure of absolutely everything other than the fact that the things i so badly crave for always evade my fragile grasp

and this is also when i realise that ironically enough

as i try to illustrate exactly this

my own vision’s slipping away anyway

hey there was another pretty note right there

i would have attempted to describe the note to you

but please refer to the above

because i’ve already been painting a picture that’s dripping off its canvas faster than i can handle, layer by layer

and in case my subpar converging confusing convoluted communication couldn’t give it away

it’s the sights and sounds of me caving in

and i’ve gotta stick to the narratives i create, dear

help me out here, will ya?