I shall carve out the stars
from the twinkling sky
that my dreams are trapped in.
I’ll make my eyes sparkle
like those unbreakable diamonds
then I will capture the moon
with all its profound
a hard-hearted shape
and place it into
a beating chest
and all the planets in the
shall merge into one.
the tempestuous rage
that will occupy
my mad mad mind.
In my final act
in this magical dream,
I will usurp all
the seas that hide among
the stormy shore
and take all the desire
and run it through my veins
my heart flutters
Coffee and roses beaming through
cracked walks of ivy and stone.
Like wine glasses emptying slowly
bleeding into the floor.
Give me a glass, give me neon.
Give me sultry desire wrapped up in glitter.
Burnt out cars, window tainted sour
driving into the midnight sunset.
Trust me when I say, stay away from the moors,
all that lays there are death and lonely skeletons
Children who won’t grow up,
they lay lost, oh please give me hope.
Smelling coffee and roses,
singing lost stories.
Someone once cried into the dying night.
For candles and wet witches to light
or wait for the wildfires to catch
and save their life
or kill them first.
They would burn in a white fire,
like that of a broken girl’s eyes
waiting for her heart
to be lit up like a cigarette.
Wishes and dreams betrayed them,
the fire took over
but somewhere out in the lost forest
someone else cried out,
over her stolen innocence
and forgotten life,
so, the dying night
became day instead.
You spend all your days
writing your stolen stoic siliques
on your throne made from white roses;
which should be mine.
Dream you dreams of a better world,
where the fire in the core
of your broken world,
dies out, yet we’re still alive.
The earth is at your feet,
following your stupid rules
of hope and good.
Where altruism follows through
and evil was lost and gone.
I forgot a long time ago,
I was the Grimm antagonist.
The master deceiver,
the treacherous villain.
I’m the evil witch,
who breaks the worlds hearts
with her whore magic,
concocted from dead flowers
and broken desires.
The cynics who sit and smile
were once the dreamers who loved too high,
they got their hearts broken,
fell apart and decided there’s no use trying anymore.
The lost girls who run and dream
want to be in with the cool kids.
They want to kiss the boys who smoke
fairy dust and then take them home,
steal away their pretty innocence,
play with thier hearts and dreaming things.
I sit upon the moors,
waiting for some grandeur cause,
I drink wine till I can’t see,
believing in a fantasy.
Cynical boys and little lost girls.
Let me tell you all I know;
that what’s in your head
those stories playing out,
are the best thing in this broken world.
The drugs taste like broken hearts
and blacking out kills you soul,
and those boys dressed
like James Dean,
your doe eyes
Bury me in ash
while you cut my throat,
water the roses with my blood
and fertilise the sunflowers with my bones.
Dry me out until the skin is gone
and my heart has turned to stone.
The rip it out and eat it
while I lie down on my own.
Go far away
swim into the sea.
With my heart in your hand
and my blood in your mouth.
Come back one day
and raise me from hell.
I shall sit up from my shallow grave
a shadow of a girl.
Lost in state on dead.
Baby I’m a wildflower who grew in your garden,
among the orchards and the snowdrops from the winter.
I was your lucky little weed.
A daisy whose petals you could pluck at
to figure out who you loved.
Dreamt with me tangled up in your golden grown.
Kept me on a chain, wrapped around your wrist.
Or maybe I was a dandelion,
you blew out into the wind
longing for something else.
But you wasted your wishes on a dream,
lost your breath on an unwanted thing.
Until I was gone
Black leather jacket, red bleeding lips.
They take her down to the translucent glass town;
enchant her hollow mind with hollow words
that make her follow their every order.
Chipped nail polish, vodka spiked water.
She grew up on hope of princesses and kings; saving the damsel from her heart-breaking distress
of anger filled nights, forced on bedsprings.
Cracked blue diamonds, lying candy hearts.
They make her promises of a better life;
instead of the cycle of sadness she’s in
like a broken merry go round.
Glitter filled guns, tainted sunshine.
She’s given up on the dreams she had as a child;
she takes what she needs to get by, to feel alive
and keep the hole in her heart hidden.