Casper

I'm being stalked.

by a ghost.

They're everywhere,

in every nook

in every cranny.

There's no escape.

They don't say much

they just stare, smug.

inquisitively questioning what am I doing here.

and even when they are gone

they are more here than ever.

the constant reminder thudding in my head.

A disturbance in the air, prying

evidence littered everywhere.

if thee shalt seek then thou shalt find

a competition.

just go away,

all of it.

just go away.

Skinny Boy

Number 5 made me cry

And just like that the relief
And if I ever doubt,

Rewind. Pause. Re-listen
I have this.
And probably finding meaning where there is none.
But proof.

I say this now with the full naivety of love
*shakes head* - stop. sorry, no I won’t

I feel full. Trust. A morphine, hazy & pain free
I’d love to step inside your sleep and see what is so funny

A none describable urgency
But what’s the rush?
Having the confidence to believe that I won’t ruin it.
The tug of war, of ambition & giving up

Unopened letters
Etched with thoughts, uncontrolled, quick yet reading them back
Pity.

Having the confidence to vocalise.
Instead, scared.

Lying in the face of danger.
Keep you voice light, vocalise your faults and grin like an idiot.