After a Lemon Margherita

So what do you think of
my cherry bon bon?
Mr Fantastic, the lucky boy who won,
my style has unparalleled flow,
so you don’t have to go running to
Another ho.
Watch me grind on the dancefloor,
make you want to lick lollipop more and more.
But you need to prove you can handle this,
if you want to share me in this bliss.
Paint me a Warhol, no a Lichtenstein,
buy me some expensive wine.
For these lips are rare,
do this dare.
Let me put my lipstick on,
it’s time to get your groove on.

Loverboy.

The Password for Life

An orchid born of the sacred dawn,
whispers the scent of life
in dormant butterflies ,
like the innocence of fairies
in a child`s vivid fantasy.
Crystallised trees,
attack the sword of love into the anarchy
that we have made with our god-given hands.
A luminescence in the dreams
of the purest souls,
such is the rarity
of this summer which we can conquer
through the sacrifice of cynicism.
As our wicked pupils torture the belief of prayer,
let us guide our guilty footsteps to the shrine of the
eclipsed jewel.
A single touch will cleanse our smoked existence.
Trickery is a weapon that no intelligence can fight, except for
chance, the holiest disguise of forgiveness.
So close your eyes and pray
For it is only in the darkness that such glory can be found.

Numbers

The walk of love,
If I were to become a poet will
dress with the cliche of a spiked rose.
But with this new age,
such antique thoughts will face it’s harsh inevitability.
As it burns with the legacy of the Id.
The brutality of beauty,
we all are victims of
the silent obsessive compulsive disorder.
Vintage.

The innocence that black and white possess,
sweeps my mind into the colour of love.
And as the shadow darkens,
A reminder of reality,
in which the four chambers of my heart,
cannot tremble,
in te amo.
As a young woman,
in this poisoned generation, I wait.
A miracle. A firebomb,
to shatter the hidden glass of my broken window,
so the poet inside can cease scripting
mathematical words.

About a Carty

If only the literature of Oscar Wilde,
could scar my impatient eye,
with the kaleidoscope of your vivid imagination.
Oh so naive..
is the heart of the human mind,
a heart which prays for the suffering to end
but not for happiness,
that will shine away the shadows of doubt
in a glass heart.
So you fluoresce
and uncover the curtains,
a showcase of smiles.
Warmth, Joy, form the skeleton
Of these chemical imbalances,
which have metamorphosised into
my very core.

I pray that this show never ends.

Can't stop crying

How cursed our kind is
That it feels,
Murdered by one self,
Arrogance for penniless virtue
To love is to understand
But in this heart of mine do these misunderstandings
Gain life
For we all are slaves to these demons of life
Incivibility can only be broken with the weapon of physical beauty
Blessed to the allies of the demons
Burning into a kaleidoscope of ancient brushstrokes
Scar the evils of our mind
O build the skeleton of my scriptures
In such mechanics I seek my solace
That no human could ever provide

Ideal Friendship

It is only in the sunshine,

That you can find my grand shadow,

Which shade over the fragile

Foundations of your heart

I give worth its true definition,

For I have poured my soul into you

A soul which cannot be bought

With the evil virtues of man

Or be torn with betrayal

So in the moonlight

As your eyes gaze, and you cannot

shift the darkness from your conflicted mind

Let me wipe the slate clean

As we walk in unison

On this journey called life

Bill and Sookie

Its 5 a.m

How cursed is our love,

To be betrayed by the sun,

Its rise shadows your porcelain face

Into powdered darkness,

the sacred fusion of our alienated blood

your breath on my feeble neck,

seduction is such a feeble thought

for you have given me the miracle

of feeling alive again.

To live is to sacrifice,

Myself into you

I bleed with deceitful humanity

Let my blood drain into you

For eternity

Hypocrisy

The thought of you
Poisons my feeble conscience,
Its nice to meet you sir
It is a rarity to know a stranger
Like I knew you,
But what the fuck are you then?
Even a stranger keeps his promise
Va fan?
Will you even read this?
It makes me ashamed to have been guided into the path
That has been scarred into my heart
Never will I believe in friendship again
 Never will you see me again
Never will I love again

The Battle

Look up to see the glimmer
Your caught, but who wouldn’t want this capture?
Silenced by the imaginarium of your liberated mind
Walk on the lightening bolt upto the clouds
On the backs of metamorphosised dreams
Sweet nostalgia
The ripples of all the cracks in the mirror,
Numb scars can do you no more misjustice
So as your soulful wings seek life,
Pray for those who are tortured by the
Fears of the universe,
Such fears which you have shown the white sword.

The Fear

My life is of no importance,
At the end of the line
No congratulation
For these ghost achievements,
No journey to share,
No story to tell
Like a human with no fingerprints
I will leave this world
Without a tear from a man’s eye,
A man who has lost the love of his life
And with the last gasp of breath
Let the doors close,
And seize the remnants of my useless existence.

Perfectly Lonely

I’m not alone but I’m perfectly lonely,
Perfectly free,
Perfectly independent,
Such darkness is so perfect,
Smashing its foundations,
Scatters into the imperfection of light,
It is in the broken rainbow that I find
True happiness.

If there is a soulmate for everyone,
Who will be this imperfection of mine?
Or am I destined to such purity?

The Promise

The illusion of the clouds,
Cannot fool my tender eyes,
The false guarantee of unconditional love
That was given to me as I took my first steps
Was a Picasso painting,
Even art can trick your mind.
I laugh at God,
For this exception did not feel her love,
Did not have the symmetry of a perfect society,
For this is the only achievement that has been made by my own hands
Defying all that was hoped from the righteous one.
So let me stare at the sky,
For now I know what the constellations hide,
Une diei ante,
And my final destination
Will be fulfilled.

Anonymous

I don’t need to stare
At these stars
To dream,
Because the sweetest dream
is reflected in my humble pupil.

Where love turns into fear,
Such emotions are too violent
For my heart to endure.
I keep on falling,
But with you
It is falling into a sea of rose petals.
But no human is perfect,
Yet why is it I see flawless perfection on your scarred
face?
If only you could sense,
The races of my heart,
When you smile
You would realise that nobody can love you
More than I can.

Poison

Such is the fateful inevitability,
Of a young heart,
to become infatuated
with the sensation of consuming
the sweetest poison.
A rare juxtaposition,
A black body, a liberated heart
Such a sacrifice,
That if given the seldom choice
She would accept a thousand more deaths
To feel life in her dormant body,
an addiction
satisfied,
a thirst that even water couldn't kill.
And in this last breath, she breathes a lifetime.
To live as you die
such is the hypocrisy
of true love.

A Poem about Andreas Larsson

All I know is that you’re the most crude
person that I have ever known.
There is such charm in your atrocious behaviours
As a look at you I see
A reflection of myself
Not even geographical distances,
Could separate the affinity that we share!
It is in my fortune that I met you,
and in my destiny that I become friends with you,
where life takes us from here,
is a thought which fills me with excitement,
but for now we shall continue our episodes of
animated amusement,
and general butchness,
until the day comes when we must part.

A poem about Marthe

Marthe,
A girl who symbolises the
Rarest humanity in
Today’s brutal world
Her eyes look out for the good in
Every tarnished person, a
Being so unique, that her presence makes you feel
loved in your conflicted life.
I don’t possess the
Knowledge to fully understand her, but I
Relish every moment we laugh together
And hope that I will know her for as long as I live.

A Poem About Carmen

A girl,
So complicated yet so pure
Pure is her heart which she detaches from the world.
A heart that possess such simplicity
And depths which cannot be seen from the surface.
When will she break free?
And embrace all that life has to offer.
I will wait for that day to come,
when she can show me all the treasures that she has hidden
in her beautiful mind

Balloons

No more waiting.
For someone who couldn't realise
the worth of gold.
Such is your shallow mind,
that you cannot see the beauty
in these brown eyes.

Shellshock!
Time teaches every lesson,
but yours will be too late,
and by then I will be so far
that when you try to touch me with your fingertips
you will feel nothing but the emptiness of the air.

Your eyes will see nothing but a million red balloons flying away,
to a place where they feel at home.

Frustration

Standing on a wall made from feathers.

How do I stop myself from free-falling
in a barren vacuum?
Where no two people speak the same language.
Where life has treated them like the prince of thieves,
who has stolen from the disgraced man,
a man who accepted his wife's betrayal
and tarnished children's veins.
If only I could believe in belief
but belief stems from confidence
which no slave can possess!

No muse

I am no muse,
My portrait hath not possess
The beauty of a thousand words
Beauty is in the eye of the blind
Beholder
Such is the reality that I possess

If it is not fate,
That lets my body brush the dormant sword
then righteousness has lost.
Lost in the endeavour to not let the past
Affect the morro’

As the rain becomes heavier on the Monday glass,
And the drops become stones,
Let my heart sink deep,
So I am protected from human nature
Let my heart harden,
So it will never feel again.