Holes in my bookshelf,
Holes in my music rack
Holes in the wall
burning nice big holes in my heart.

Armageddon

Apple makes you pay for things that are otherwise free. So does Blackberry. And yet, I have an iPod, a Macbook and a Blackberry.

       Me: A case in point for why human civilisation is too stupid to continue for much longer.

The Basic Structure of the Constitution

Its a book, with a front and back cover. Has about 22 parts. Not very bulky.
(haHA)

Storms

Everyday in a million things;
In the faces of people I don't know,  in pictures of places I've never been, 
In two penny tunes played out on distant street corners, in the voices I've never spoken to.

Your shadows chase me;
Down dusty roads painted by dusky sunsets, in a faraway town falling off the tip of memory
An evil wind blows ever so gently, rustling the leaves off trees that should no longer exist

Every night in a million things;
In streetlamps that shatter their light on cobblestones, in dark clouds of rain that I thought were spent,
In stormy nights that blow me back to cold old places, in the pain that haunts me now, every single day.

I see you.

But no longer when you're standing right in front of me.

And when I walk onward and try not to look back,
always there are storms in my mind,
and clouds at my heels.

Blackberry singing in the dead of night,
Take these broken dreams and learn to deal with it.

All your life, you will only be working and underpaid.

Turn to Stone

I want to be brittle and empty.
Like a cup of glass, like a park in the snow.

I want to be dead and cold.
Like ice on a rock, like gravel on a wintery day.

I want to punch through all the walls in this house.
Like a wrecking ball with precision.

Won't you turn me to stone?
Please leave me alone.

There is no way out

And you bring out insomnia, where there was only the desire to sleep and forget
Here I sit bleary eyed, robbed of my only escape
Mind is twisting and turning like paper in the wind
Any way out will do,
But there is no window
And I don't know whether its up or down that I want to go.

Hi/Bye

The waves came back last night. They'd been gone a really, really long time. I fell uneasily into a pillow of clouds and there they were. Big and green-grey and angry. Coming right for me. Everywhere I looked the towering sea, seemingly standing still like some huge glass statue, but moving so inevitably towards me.

Its so scary facing a wave, knowing that there's nothing you can do about it. Knowing that no matter how fast you run, you can't escape. Not knowing whether you want the moment to freeze forever so that you can delay what you know is going to happen a little longer, or whether you want time to speed up so that you're swallowed up all at once and meet a blissful oblivion, where its all over and you don't have to run anymore, or think anymore, or do anything anymore.

The waves were gone for a while, right about the time I met you actually, now that I think about it. You made them go away. But then I made you go away didn't I.