I Miss It (Response)

I miss it too. Of course I do

Hours together in fading light

Then off adventuring

Into a warm distant night


We get shots at the ready

All in a line

Camera’s held steady

Taking snapshots in time


I miss your little made up tunes

And your cute dopey smile

I especially miss the way

That you could bring mine out

for a while.


It’s weird to think

how far apart we are

and the distance we travel from

even weirder that time flies by

when you’re here

yet ceases when you’re gone.


The First Time

It’s a pitch black night


the lights have all died

and I’m creeping in.


Lovesick and tired,

But awake in my mind

My hearts beating fast

For the very first time.


You touch and I shiver

my words turn to whimper


I unravel inside


And suddenly,

it’s not just the lights

That have died.

Someone Tried To Open My Door

There’s a reason the on-site accommodation at my university is called ‘The Street’. It’s a collection of about 30 three story houses all lined up along a pathway, much like a street in the real world but more secluded. It’s different to Halls, more personal, I’m only living with seven (well currently six, our new housemate has been due for a few days now) people instead of 107. We also have these cool electronic locks we have on the front doors, so only the people who live there can get in, plus locks on the bedroom doors. But, I almost never locked my door. We were pretty secluded at the end of the street and the only people who could get in I lived with, so there was never any reason to.

What I only recently found out though, was that our deadbolt has been broken for a few weeks and now the electronic lock doesn’t engage properly. When I found out I was annoyed that no one had told me, but otherwise unworried.

Tonight though…as I was getting ready for bed I got a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t know why exactly but, tonight for whatever reason I had to lock my door. It seemed stupid but this deep, intense fear I was feeling did not go away until I’d twisted the deadbolt on my own door and heard it click into place.

Satisfied that I’d abated my unexplained fears I climbed into bed, trying to get to sleep, but I couldn’t tonight. I tossed and turned until almost midnight when, the familiar house shaking bang of the front door opening and closing indicated one of my more nocturnal housemates had come in. At this point I just accepted the fact I wasn’t going to sleep tonight, because I can hear everything from my room. I listened closely trying to see if I could figure out which housemate it was. I only heard a few footsteps so thought it was someone on my floor.

The door to room 1 opened. Instant red flag, room 1 was empty until our newest member moved in. For a moment I convinced myself that it was our new housemate. I stayed listening hoping I was right. No. the footsteps continued up the hall stopping outside room 2. My room.

I froze, holding my breath, so that whoever it was thought my room was also empty. The door handle rattled in the quiet of my room as I stare at where my door would be in the darkness. By this point I’m shaking I’m so scared. I tried to press myself further into the wall as a banging started on my door. Too quiet for the others to hear but for me it might as well have been thunder it was so loud, like they were putting their whole body weight behind their attempts to get my door open.

I told myself that if I stayed as quiet as possible they would leave. Then, after the longest minute of my short life it stopped, but I realise now I don’t hear the front door open. I found myself relaxing, convincing myself someone was just trying to pull a prank on me and, at the same time thankful as fuck that I decided to lock my door.

Then just a few moments ago, I hear creaking footsteps on the stairs and, the door to the room above me has just been opened.

Dear Lady

My lady,
Thou art disgraced.
Your future is in a gutter,
That was constructed in haste.

Your guardians promised protection,
But were swiftly led astray.
Dear lady, protect your neck,
For it lies exposed today.

I have loved you lady,
And the promise on which you stand,
Your torch which once shone brightly,
No longer reaches land.

Oh lady, my lady,
May my words find you well,
a ship for you to travel on,
as your nation goes to hell.

know you did not fail,
it is the people who want you gone.
you cannot expect to offer help,
to those who wish for none.

Sweet lady I still love you,
I promise it’s not an act,
The people will crawl on hands and knees,


to take you back.
With open arms you shall welcome them,
It’s in your nature to forgive.
I hope today doesn’t kill you lady,
We desperately need you to live.


*Anyone want to guess who the lady is?

Wonder Kids

We are the exceptional,

The Apples of our mother’s eyes

Balloons that rise, rise above

Reaching for heights we ourselves cannot see.



Dearly departed from the realm of sanity.

Giving the mundane a voice

Hearing music out of noise

We see through portals

To another world,


The real world, for most is

hard edges and straight lines.

For us it’s bursts and swirls.

We get lost in the real world.



We are the wonderful crazy,

The extravagant unknown

The souls that couldn’t survive

So far away from home.


Most of us don’t make it,

We are a glorious mistake,

Living with normality

Which was never ours to take.


But even though we do not see

in 1s and 0s,

We do not need rescuing.

We’re our own heroes.



You didn’t explode into my world

like colourful sparks of light.

More like, cannonballed at full speed.

And knocked out all my fight.


And though you couldn’t brighten up my dark corners

Because they were already bright.

you made yourself at home in my heart

where I welcome you each night,


there is so much I love about you

so much more that I can say. Like,

Your goofy smile and, pretty eyes

That I could look at everyday.


How your passion’s not just for existing

Though it’s rarely ever seen.

It lies in art and, stars, and stories

And everything in between.

I realise now,


I don’t want someone with no faith

Someone who thinks they’re flawed

I need someone like you around.

Who refuses to be awed.


Love Letter To Swearing

I love to swear

that’s a fact.

and it is sweet.
It’s unladylike! You say.

Inarticulate swine!

And you’re right it is, truly, a shame!

That articulation is arbitrary,

and, my language choice, is mine.

See my vocabulary is vast

It stretches out like the sea.

And my sea won’t shrink

If I happen to use the C.


The feeling of the fricative F

As I say the word,


so visceral I have to repeat.


The subtle sibilance

As my mouth forms a shhhh

And ends with a quick hit.


My choice of words will not diminish

Either my manner, my charm,

my humour, or wit.
It doesn’t make me unintelligent

To use it for embellishment.
So for those of you,

who would-

Admonish me for my words,

I truly hope this helps.


Now kindly take your criticism,

And go fuck yourself.