1. Anyway

1. Anyway

Now I’m becoming the friend I would have wanted

and even more so the friend I needed.


The kind of person who has the perspective I lacked.

Especially when I was off they would know

and they would help me understand it.


Even if I wouldn’t have asked for the help I needed…anyway.


20. Migraine in F Sharp

I wonder who began this

tangled mess, was it some

game of mazes or an

intertwining of jests


Evergreen colours                                                                                                                                             Burning from these dying lights                                                                                                                 All the ashes from our minds


Distorted sense of reality                                                                                                                             As harmony emerges from                                                                                                                   chaotic lace


Distorted reality of sense                                                                                                                                                                 As chaos emerges from betwixt                                                                                                                                                           order’s legs


What a fool I am                                                                                                                                                 To think that I have changed                                                                                                                         The thought is very simple                                                                                                                           Yes I have changed in one way                                                                                                                       Realising something new of the                                                                                                                   same



As wounds bleed

A cleansing crimson



Marking to blot

Out the razor’s slip

Of the tongue


Drawing its elements

Heals the untimely attempt

For even the body isn’t

Read to commit


Stitched up

And preserved to

Later fade the bloodstream



The marble formless

Once more

To be better carved

All the more