The rush of wind sweeps the arena
Prickles along the necks of thousands of fans
As they await the moment of glory
A magic touch is all it takes
For the ball to reach the goal.

Outstretched hands clasp the ball
Thousands of disappointed fans.

Afternoon in the sun

Reclining, face the sun
it burns but nothing spoils
the intense happiness from within.
Reminising about times of old;
7th birthday parties and digging holes
innoncent children, now lovers
found again by chance.
Clutching tightly, never letting go
feelings like these
may not come around again.

Idealistic

Rough waves rattle the rocks
crisp packets scatter
around the ankles of an elderly couple
by the cliffs of Dover.
Forty years of joy
2 children, 7 grandchildren.
Noisy households, long summer afternoons
spent in absolute ecstacy.
He still gives her butterflies
still, after decades of hand holding and neck kisses.
Boy, they're lucky.

Life

Gut wrenching, tear away from the place
that troubles your mind
past, present and future, they all matter.
Past haunts your dreams
Present haunts your day
Future haunts your thoughts.
Like ghosts, gliding
they follow sounds of footsteps
not allowing any escape.
Locked in a cage
trapped inside, they will not leave you
a restless sleep with thrashing dreams.
Life.

Lovesick

Lonely, stretch out on the quilt
alone again tonight
moonshine lights up sodden cheeks
and mascara smeared bedsheets
somewhere he may have a thought
about his heart.
For now, as she curles up like a cat
she will try and forget.
As her dreams unfold
love letters clasp lip curved kisses
happy dreams tonight.

He takes a breath
a cold bitter wind throbs against his chest
he is lovesick, also.

Prose – Earl of Rochester
Muddy and dangerous, a look of lust around the eyes, John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester greets his pretty lady. He tips his hat where underneath a curly wig rests upon his own short locks. Blushing and giggling, she clutches his offered arm; a trail of debauchery is left behind in their wake.
First stop is the Play House, seated around for all to see; the wit and whore, no better than the peasants below. Ignoring insults, the Earl sits in his seat, undisturbed, Lizzie is the main attraction; stunning starlet who owns the stage and the audience around her. He cannot resist such beauty.
A sudden intake of breath, Ophelia steps on stage.
“I shall th’effect of this good lesson keep,
As watchman to my heart, But, good my,
Brother,
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven,
Whiles, like a puff’d and reckless libertine…”
As Lizzie utters “Libertine” she sees him, eyes burning her soul. Crying out, she flees the stage, a devil in disguise, he traces her footsteps, and her door is left ajar. Their love like the candle wick is apparent and burns brightly. Branding her heart, he kneels at her pretty feet, begging for love. Poor Lizzie cannot resist, wits own so many words! Without a brother to watch her heart; releases herself body and soul.
He will not doubt make her sigh for it; a wicked heart he possesses. It is a shame for such fine features are wasted on a reckless libertine.

Rancid fumes escape from his red lips, like a spider weaving silk, she is a fly trapped in his web. For now he is content with merely enjoying her, perhaps he will devour the pretty fly later. Whilst untangling their limbs each promise a next time. Such truth and beauty behind Lizzie’s eyes. His only contain putrid pus and lies. Driven by lust and not for love: one last look at her plump body, farewells closely follow. As tears dribble down her pale cheeks, she clutches her heart as if it were already broken.
“Until the next time my love!” She whispers softly.

Once outside, the 2nd Earl of Rochester grins up at her quarters. Does he love her? Reader, watch as he admires the pretty lady in the butcher’s doorway. As he arranges his trousers, he strolls arrogantly up to her.
Lizzie will not see him again, her heart will explode into a scatter of pieces but she will meet a gentleman someday.

Maybe?

The end.

Silence is Golden

Loudness bursts eardrums
rotting walls of wax clog sounds
mime words like a clown
black with white hands
how funny.
Eat a roll and forget
cars and taxis zoom by a little table
leave a tip and walk through the grey
go into a road, no sounds of cars
a lot of swearing then a crash.
Silence is golden.

George Harrison

Stare into the window of my soul
pierce my heart and capture my thoughts.
Everytime i close my eyes
you are there
I think i love you
but you do not return it
you cannot return it
it is impossible for a dead man to love.

Myself

So many words to say
so many feelings to share
open my mouth, but nothing comes out
what is wrong with me?
Brain throbbing against the bones binding it
it wants to excape
and find a better home
where someone can share everything
instead it gets a wall
where no-one is allowed in.
The heart is not far behind
caged up, lonely and cold
goodbye brain
goodbye heart.

Untitled

Ecstasy is the place where you
desire for the sky
leap from the mountains
grab the light
don't let go.

Ecstasy is the guitar solo where you
get tears in your eyes
so epic, jump around the room
grab the moment where the
music gets so loud
it is never ending.

Eleanor

Music flows in and out
the strings soft against her skin
soothing, peaceful voices
protect Eleanor.
The muddy grave awaits in the darkness
rose petals, bloody and grazed, scatter on gravel.
BANG.
A name on the headstone
Eleanor Rigby.
Pick up the revolver, please.

Heaven

Lights gleam from above
they shine so brightly
it shows the path
follow the light my friend
heaven is all you desire
the sweetest of fruits
the juiciest of meats.

Take the light by the hand
thirsty, drink from the gleaming pool
intense feelings arise from within
spirits gather and welcome the new arrival
a feast is laid out
silver and gold everywhere
it is blinding.

Eyes gaze on a life that once was
and is now rotting in the ground
a beetle creeps across the skull
while the spirit is enjoying an apple.

1. What is your best friend’s name?
- Natasha
2. What color underwear/boxers wearing now?
- Ermmmm *looks* white
3. What are you listening to right now?
- Apple Scruffs
4. Whats your favorite number?
- 7
5. What was the last thing you ate?
- Hot potato skin
6. If you were a crayon what color would you be?
- lmfao, green
7. How is the weather right now?
- cold
8. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?
- dad
9. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?
- their eyesies
10. Do you have a significant other?
- George Harrison. Oh! You meant that acknowledge me? Maybe?
11. Favorite TV show?
- Come dine with me
12. Siblings?
- a sister a brother
13. Height?
- 5”4
14. Hair color?
- Blonde
15. Eye Color?
- Blue.
16. Do you wear contacts?
- nah
17. Favorite Holiday?
- christmas
18. Month?
- december
19. Have you ever cried for no reason?
- Well yes
20. What was the last movie you watched?
- Pretty in pink
21. Favorite Day of the Year?
- Last sunday; v festival! :-)
22. Are you too shy to ask someone out?
- Yea I’m so stupid for this
23. Can you do a headstand (not using the wall)?
- yeh
24. Hugs or Kisses?
- hugs
25. Chocolate or Vanilla?
- Vanilla
26. Do you want your friends to respond to this?
- They can do what they want
27. Who is most likely to respond?
- IDK
28. Who is least likely to respond?
- Anyone
29. What books are you reading?
- never let me go
30. Piercings?
- None. Haha loser.
31. Favorite movies?
- A hard days night, quadrophenia & amelie
32. Favorite football team?
- Liverpool, liked them since i was 11
33. What were you doing before this?
- watching come dine with me :')
34. Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn?
- butter
37. Dogs or cats?
- prefer cats
38. Favorite flower?
- Daisies
39. Been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to do?
- Lmfao yes
40. Do you have a best friend of the opposite sex?
- yep
41. Have you ever loved someone?
- I love ~loads~
42. Who would you like to see right now?
- the beatles, my friends
43. Are you still friends with people from kindergarten?
- Nope
44. Have you ever fired a gun?
- nope
45. Do you like to travel by plane?
- never been on on :'(
46. Right-handed or Left-handed?
- Right handed bender < lmfao
47. How many pillows do you sleep with?
- trois
48. Are you missing someone?
- Yea
49. Do you have a Tattoo?
- nah
50. Anybody on Facebook that you’d go on a date with?
- maybe

Worst Fear

20 Years from now
I will be snug; a nice house, a husband named Jack
Perhaps a fireplace or three
Jack and I will cook together, maybe even share a shower
The roses will bloom in the garden
And we'll share an icecream on the patio.

Dad's face will suddenly appear in the window
No, he is not welcome here
Go back, maybe Captain Hook will spare him
A burden no more.
I lick the icecream from my fingers
And ignore the shouts from the doorstep.

Limericks

There was once a woman named Hattie
Whose clothes looked rather tatty
Her slippers got torn
As she sat and watched porn
Oh dear that woman is batty.

There was once a man living in Leicester
Who really loved to pester
He caught a girls eye
And looked rather sly
The girl he found out was called Esther.

There was once a girl with red hair
Who had talents that were quite rare
She could juggle with candles
In high-heeled gold sandals
While her brother watched eating a pear.

A Metaphor

A pass is a connection
The boot touches the ball
And welcomes the net
They join
Meet as one
Clasp tightly together
Like magnets.
Jeering and shouting of the crowd
Lasts for a second
But the memory lasts forever.
Goal!

The water sloshes around his feet
Pinched cheeks black as death
The fever has said hello.
Blankets, there are none
Family, there are none
Alone.






Sunburn on your shoulders, red like blood
Sand in your eyes, and in your socks
An ice-cream moustache
And chips dripping in vinegar, they go up your nose
Laughter echoes against the red-hot pavement
“Snap” goes the throw-away camera
That one’s going in the album.