Let Them Eat Cake

There was a girl who loved the world
Until she learnt it was a cake,
Full of hot air and nothing but sickly sweetness
She lived in a mistake.

The people around her were sugary toppings
Filled with cream and icing dust,
They had no depth or imagination
So artificial, they would never rust.

And that girl then wondered how she had lived
Her childhood in a cocoon filled with hot air
Steaming and suffocating her, day in and day out
All these worries, and no one to talk to or share.

And so she resided in dignified defeat
That she will always be alone.
She left the world of hot air
To discover the world of thinly veiled holes.

She is lonely now, all consuming despair
Horrible terrors and nightmares surround.
But she needs to get out of the cake
Even if she has no company other than sounds.

She left her sugar addictions
And now has withdrawal symptoms.

It just gets so lonely sometimes.

Baggage

I dropped off my bags at the station today
I’ll never collect them again.

I wonder if someone else will find them
And look at all those memories
Wonder who these two strangers are
See all our first times, so vividly
Thru an unknown set of eyes
Will they see that love disguised
The one I never spoke of to you
The one you always knew.

Or will those bags be unclaimed
Left in the dust and stained
With the liquor of time
Tossed aside with hate and crime
Do these bags, really deserve that?

They are my bags, blue and bright
And yours are grey and white.
Same instances, different perspectives
One with colour and the other deprived.

I love them, I wish I didn’t have to.

But I drop my bags off,
And though they are precious to me,
I shall not collect them again.

What have you done with your bags?

Molotov Cocktail

The problem with loving someone like her is that
she’s going to get herself killed one day.

She’s got that fire in her eye
Warning signal, red and smoke.
She is armed and dangerous
Dare not be foolish to provoke.

She’s clever and quick
On her feet and in wit.
And she doesn’t believe that
You can’t have your cake and eat it.

She’s that curious cat
Purring everyone into submission,
But we all know how the
Cat turned out in that rendition.

People are either wary of her
Or in awe, mouth open wide.
Some are even scared
Some have no where to hide.

Because she can infiltrate your mind
And a civil war will play out,
Can you love a molotov cocktail
Beyond a shadow of a doubt?

Blind

The tragedy of being blind
Is that we are blind to our blindness.
We seek what is not there
Misread apathy for kindness.

But when we shove those
Tendrils of hair out of our eyes
Our vision clears up so sharp
That we see blue and skies.

But what to do of those
We leave behind in darkness
Do we show them the pigments
That hide behind prideful heartlessness?

The clouds that threaten above them
Do I fly back down?
Will he fly up with me
Or pull me beneath the ground?

He who we talk about in past tense
In the present, is another self.

Accident

For her:

You’ll regret this, love.
In your heart you know it too.
You’ll love her today and,
She’ll leave without you.

You don’t want to believe it, love.
She’s porcelain poison.
The way she looks at you today,
She’ll look at another man tomorrow.

She’ll make his heart beat faster,
Than she would with you.
You’ll stay up long nights
She’ll sleep without you.

Don’t stand a chance against her
Lips, eyes, scent, hips.
Neither can him, so love.
Walk away, innocent.

‘How do you walk away from
Someone you love so much?’
Ask her, she does it all the time.
With one gentle touch.

She’ll be in her worst senses,
Cause an accident with a ‘friend’.
Knowing you would forgive her,
You’ll love her till the bitter end.

And how would I know all this, love?
I am her, I know I’ll do all of the above.

Syllables

Time waste.
Cold faced.
Shots fired.
Not replaced.

Back and forth,
Tennis court,
Stabbing knives.
From both sides.

Kicking them out.
Memories, doubts.
War declared.
Hands are red.

Sides are taken.
Friendships shaken.
Killed in due course,
Only remorse.

Limits pushed.
Feelings shushed.
I surrender.
You murder.

I’ll question.
Propose solutions.
And you’ll make
That same mistake.

We can still
Go up that hill.
Shove our pride,
To the side.
Be happy
With our lives.

But you won’t.

So I stare
In despair,
At our pictures,
Another world.
Till my eyes blur.

Poisoned by Lead(ers)

There was a girl,
Born with the world In her hands,
but she didn’t share
No she couldn’t care.

And this prodigious girl
Knew from the start,
Blessed with beauty and brains,
she was Destined for fortune and fame.

The girl knew she was destined
To lead us poor souls, restless
To make it to the top
It was her birthright, of course.

Who else would take the reins,
The rest were all too plain.
“The mortals should be honoured
To have me as their ‘mother’.”

However, some were not convinced,
And she determined them to be minced.
She demanded their respect.
How dare they object?

So she sent out a message,
To all the non believers,
And this is is the response
Of one such receiver:

I got a message the other day
From someone with too much to say
Told me I should make them my leader
And who am I? A bottom feeder?

Oh my dear sweet innocent ‘leader’
Let me tell you why I’m not a believer.
Why should I stand by you?
Became you tell me to?

My leader won’t ask for my respect.
That’s something for me to accept
Don’t try to buy my reverence,
It is not your defence.

There are many that proclaim,
“You are not worthy of such fame.
Entitlement is not an accomplishment,
With nothing to your name, you’ll repent.”

So my dear sweet child,
The world is rarely so mild.
Be ready for a rebellion,
For we, the followers, will be jubilant.

Toxic shame

A constant pounding on the inside
Trying to escape the feeling,
Of being crushed by the idea of
Yourself, that others are seeing.

I’m pounding on the doors.
They aren’t bending to my command.
Yet I do the same for,
All the people that demand.

That I shut myself inside
For I don’t have the strength.
To break free from my shackles,
All my hope is spent.

Some laugh, some pity.
Some try to act like nothing has changed,
It didn’t occur, I did not try,
and then shamefully fail.

Failure is the fatal poison to my hope,
Of thinking, one day I shall be worthy.
To rise and make my kin proud,
But I fell before I even tried for glory.

She laughs at me, “You?”
She says, “Are not worthy of love.
Not that anyone would want to,
You have nothing to be proud of.”

Maybe she’s right, maybe not.

The only way to decide,
Is to vanish; a soul lost young.
And see if anyone pays their respects,
To the soul not worthy of love.

Sleep

Falling asleep
Is like forgetting
Everything.
But you can’t choose what to forget
Worries, anxieties, memories, happiness.
They all take turns, turning into a melting pot of dreams or nightmares.
So why do I sleep?
A hope. To dream the right dreams.

I can dream to my heart’s content.
I am my own judge.
Nobody’s opinion matters but my own.
I can do what I shouldn’t do.
Say what I wouldn’t say.
Forget that there exists a world
I cannot manipulate.

Sleep.
Is mine.
Undoubtedly. Irrefutably. Fortunately.
My fears. My happiness. My love.
I don’t tell anyone.
They don’t need to know.
It is my comfort
And my cage.

The world beyond sleep.
It is not my wonderland.
It is my home.

I fall asleep for me.
And I wake up everyday.
To come back to you.