Thursday, 14 August 2014


Blue red lights get me high
under the black glittering sky
blood drips and
spontaneous trips
keep me from falling
but they say
one day
it'll be my body they'd be hauling.

As Sherlock Holmes

Tuesday, 12 August 2014


I am fluid
I fall into you
under your skin
behind your eyes
and your hidden lies
are you scared of the dagger?
you’re holding it.
Don’t scream doll
it will be painless
I promise
not to rip
your heart out.
*deafening scream*

I lied.


you are the graffiti on my heart
the reckless paint;
the bohemian spray
I carry around me
to protect myself from straight lines
as I walk through the wind
alone, with your warmth keeping me safe

fight flowing through my veins.