Some Boys Just Don't Make The Cut

He loved her with more of himself
Than he had anyone before
But alas! She had more love to give
So still she loved him more

If The Wicked...

If the wicked mustn't rest
Then I shall not close my eyes
I will saunter like I'm always drunk
My tired face, my great disguise
If the wicked mustn't tire
No pillow shall ever meet my head
My mischief shall have the best of me
For I can sleep once I am dead

Jessica

Tonight a friend asked me to write of her
She said it in jest, but are these not truths we merely disguise
My dear dear friend, her name is Jessica
I just thank goodness, I rarely write in rhyme
So this dear girl, she is petite and feisty
With sapphire eyes that cut like diamonds
Hair, black as onyx and wild as the jungle
You'd take her everywhere in your pocket
If you didn't fear that she might bite
So this Jessica, that I choose to write of
She's one of the inspirations behind all that I do
I wish I was cooler, more calm and collected
When near her I think, "I want to be more like you"
She encourages with a fierceness
I've rarely ever encountered
Not empty words, but thought through and through
She tells me the books, films, and music
That I need to immerse in
She listens as I rattle off
My illegitimate points of view
To many she's been a saviour
A conquerer on their behalf
Through their headaches, confusions
Their darkest moments in darkest dark
To others a lover
But now only to one
Whom she speaks of without negativity
Just pride, honour, and love
She will hyphenate the names
Of the next generation
Because nothing she does can be done by someone else
So to my dearest dearest Jessica
Please take this, a mere token
Of my appreciation, affection, regard and esteem
Of what I know of who you are
And who I am sure you will soon be

Resting Place of Lady Glamour

Hollywood! Why do you do this?
Lobotomise your audience
For the sake of a laugh
Hollywood! Why did you do that?
You've killed Miss Au Natural
On the altar of Botox
Hollywood, I've walked your streets
And those stars on the footpath
Do not sparkle like I once believed
Hollywood, resting place of Lady Glamour
You've taken that glitz
You've tarnished her name
Hollywood, how can you do that?
Bury the greatest of genius
Yet claim to suffer his fate
Hollywood! I will call you a deceiver
You lure in the youngest
And bleed them of their last breath
Hollywood! Dwelling of liars
I'd be kidding myself if
I claimed not to desire the fame
Hollywood, I can't fight this
I'll apply for a green card
I'll book my seat on a plane

Oh Sweet Apothecary

Oh sweet apothecary
They drugs aren't quick enough
And this blade too dull
To pierce her thick skin
So there she will lay
For I cannot euthanise
In fear I may just cause more pain
Than that which she has learned to bare

Oh sweet apothecary
Thy drugs require speed
For otherwise I will beat her flesh
And break every last bone
So please oh apothecary
Let us take away her misery
For maybe beyond this life
She will find her great calm

And My Bones Fragile

We exist in our own discomfort
But without, why need we evolve?
My flesh is weak, and my bones fragile
I'm breakable and I can dissolve
But with these imperfections
We make ourselves grow strong
As Neanderthals we used tools
And discovered beauty
We were painting and carving
We even wore jewellery

We exist in our own discomfort
Though some never seek to change
Rather to procreate without improvement
Betray their legacy with narcissism
Of equal fervency to which
All of our ancestors championed us
So as some plateau into mediocrity
Perhaps their survival rate shall cease to grow

We exist in our own discomfort
We walk both together and alone
I stand tall with evolution
A mere theory? No, not at all
So my biology and humanity
Am I proud enough to preserve
Should I take up arms for a future
I'm unsure my genetic traits deserve

Thoughts I Run From

I spend most of my time, explaining who I think I am
It's taken me this score and some to figure myself out
I'm too impatient to wait for someone to get to know me
For I might hate what they come to figure out

I know that I am shy and I hate too much attention
But in a crowd, I make efforts to be the loudest
Maybe because I can project someone else
Maybe because I can hide my vulnerable self

I talk with volume, but hardly substance
And when I write my fears are revealed
I battle with my image, both body and of intellect
I shudder to think you might see who I truly am

Underneath the layers of pride, there's my frail disposition
Maybe one day I'll learn not to hide under the lies
But until then, would you mind, to please just take your time