Rirrae

Sand trickles through my fingers, Time goes on and flows. Yet without you it is endless, Petrifying my heart's rose. Yet when time stands still, I flee from everything. I hide and weep and 'live on', But what is life when you can't sing? Your throat so full of sawdust, Choked by the injustice of life. As the struggle of it continues, Ignorant of your strife. When every day is a West End show, And the script dictates you are happy. But underneath that dramatic mask, You are depressed and snappy. The farce never ends, The curtain never falling. No matter how many times you call cut, The cameras never stop rolling. Suffer

Will the sun still rise? Without her in my life. Or will I wake to another day, Her sun kissed face out of view. Or will the sun stay sleeping, Keeping me, weeping, Lost, in the darkness of depression. Alone, at least hidden. Post the high of her being. When my eyes had purpose for seeing Her, and her beauty. But she's gone, so go! But you need the sun, don't you? Yet I need her more. So keep your sun, your light, I'll have her instead. Together in darkness, Back high off of her. Keep your sun, I'll just have her. I'll just have her.

As the rain-stained window pane, trickles, As the heavens above open. How fickle, How something so simple, so natural, ruins, The world. Must be God's doings. For what else, so grand and so mighty, Compels us to flee inside. So unsightly, The rain, such a pain, for us all to bare. Not that anyone seems to care. So lay in my arms, my love, Let me guard you from the rain, my dove, As my umbrella keeps your hair, Looking so splendid...And how dare, I, not offer you my coat. Well, whatever floats your boat, I guess. Anything for you, my lover, In my presence, you can take cover. Because through the rain, I see paradise, As my ha

Some guys crave their latest cunt, Some girl to flirt with...It's always worth a punt, But I'm not so crude, Or so rude. As old fashioned as I am, I'd like to walk you home, and damn, I'd hold your hand all the way, And at dinner...Of course I'll pay. Because that's what gentlemen do. When the time comes, I'll get on one knee, I'll ask your father. Earn the key, To your heart, as he blesses our marriage, Heck, he'll even pay for the carriage, But the honeymoons mine. Sipping cocktails on the beach, as you look utterly divine. Because, my dear, I see no harm, Parading you around. I'm proud of you on my arm. Because that's wha

Whilst you hide your eyes, Deep in the shadow, Not realising. How much you mean to me. Leaping from tree to tree, unsettled in your life, Ruined by the strife that every day brings. But when you show your true colours, When you smile, laugh or cry in joy, My day is made, and my life seems worthwhile. So stop that frowning pout, Quit thinking of the past like that, Remembering the bad things, the sad things, Mourning what you had. Show me your true colours, The dazzling blue of your eyes, Show me your strength, my love, And cuddle up to the future... Cuddle up to me.

Do you think I like feeling powerless? Moments that open up Pandora's box Making me rage, but truly cowardice, Like a fool. A beast within me. No fox. Nothing sly, that hides it's feelings from you. A lion, roaring loud to hide it's shame, It's mate, owing it nothing, just makes do. Spewing words that shatter his shield. The game That his ego doesn't win for him. As He feels pathetic, weak and alone, like A Spartan that just lost his bout, he has No honour left inside, his shame a spike That ruins him as he stabs himself. His Lips again cold. Without your heartfelt kiss.

Breathlessly, as I whisper into your ear, my dear, My hands wander. As do yours. In the heat of it, my kiss is broken, As the zip, unzips, As the dressed. Undress. The weak becomes strong, in your presence, Erected, standing strong and proud, Your hands groping, As I'm hoping, For release. And with a glimmer in your eyes, And a wiggle of your thighs, I sigh. As you walk away from me. Teasing me. Playing me. But tonight is not the night for games, With the flames, in my eyes reignited. The plan of the evening, decided, I glare. Grab your hair. Force you back to my bed, Whilst pushing your head southernly, As you stubbor

As I look at the winter's sky and sigh. My hands soaking wet, running through the grass Mimicking her hair, yet her hair was dry. The stars. A beauty that her eyes surpass As I dive into their stunning pool. Blue Pits of seductive poison, raping me As my tears soak the bed. A form of dew Surrounding me. I love her, my banshee. She brings out the worst in me. As striking As the moon, dominates the pitch black sky, She rules me to rule her. Like a Viking In her eyes. Now tearing as I hereby: Thrust. Hit. Fuck. Pump. Rape. Maul. As she abuses Me, a mental rape. Ending my short fuse.

Someone to get held by. Someone to laugh with, or cry, Even as a guy, someone to drink with. Or as a girl, someone to spend with. The companionship you can only expect From the man that brought you up. You can bet You depend on him. His familiar scent, Staining his clothes. The smell of protection, your Clark Kent. But stronger than Superman, he's your Father. And as much as you argue, you'd rather Just curl into his arms. Even as a guy And watch a film, by the fire. A beer on the sly. And if he'd die. You can't replace him. He's always at the forefront of your mind, however dim The memories fade. That smell will linger on F

Questioning my thoughts, my actions, As I pause and look at myself in the mirror. Shaken by my thoughts, my devotion, Remembering last nights dream. Should I be scared? Should I be fleeing? Plagued by this love, that I feel, So harmed by this lust, that I feel, My thoughts never fading far from you. From your smile, your voice, Imagining the feeling of your touch, Of your kiss. So far from me and unattainable. So why? Why do I stand here, and cry, Tears running down my chest, as I sigh, Alone in this world, for what seems like forever, My Princess, so far from my grasp. So I think to myself. Are you worth it? Are you wort

The weight I carry makes me feel old when I'm sat alone, in the dark, in the cold. My arms wrapped around my frame Seeking that bright little flame. Within myself and in my mind. The fire, the hope I cannot find. Lost in the maze inside my head. Long gone, dimished with the tears I've shed. Burdens pile up, too heavy for me alone Resting on my shoulders like a rock or stone. Shadows catching up, surrounding me in the night Allowing the pain, the numbness to creep up inside. Time will pass, the moment will fade Paste a smile upon my frown, such a charade. While I pray and fight, day by day To make the darkness forever go away.

Runing, yelling, having fun Laughing and playing enjoying the sun. Screaming, crying, being young Foolish and silly Sticking out my tongue Carefree, innocent, feeling free Floating and soaring Climbing in a tree Losing, forgetting, time will pass Growing and aging It belongs to the past