Sometimes

Sometimes she got so
Very
FULL
Of things
Once more
Unsaid,
She feared the words
Would force themselves
Out of her skin,
Tearing a place
In the ether
With razor tipped
Fingers.

Because sometimes
There was just
NO WAY
Of saying what should
Be said.

Not without....... more.

But why did it burn so much,
That,
That,
Feeling,
That what was really meant was....
How
Dare she
Take the lid of her box.
Hmm.
Well guess what?
The lid was off,
And now,
Well now..

THERE ISN'T A BIG ENOUGH BOX.

No More..

I'm pretty good at being me,

I think the thoughts I've always done,

But nowadays those thoughts are stale,

And days are rarely fun of fun.

Now circular thoughts that

Will. Not. Quit.

Take over more and more,

And analysing 'ifs' and 'maybes'

Drives me to the floor.

I've found the straw I've heard about,

(The camel has long gone)

Now desperation's punching me,

It's time to learn a different song.

No more for me, 

The paths I know,

It's time to draw another map,

It's time to work towards my goals,

Escaping from this

'I can't' trap.

I take responsibility,

For all the things I haven't done,

And put them in a box, behind me,

Turning now to face the sun.

And acting, 

Pushing through the fear,

(That maybe I just can't succeed)

Has proved that I was just plain wrong,

And in the process

I am freed.

Bubbleland by The Green Flare

I'm happier not knowing thanks,

I'd rather just envision.

I'll just sit here, in Bubbleland,

Not watch the television.

Too much know is not so good.

With twisted facts, half understood.

And orange people with bright teeth,

Shout out the latest corporate beef.

Expecting us to feel the grief,

While never looking underneath.

I, upon the other hand,

Am happier in Bubbleland.

I get the picture, all is shit,

That would seem the sum of it.

They hate them and they hate those.

Another Tyrant to depose?

While we, the peaceful are asleep,

Satellites in space go bleep.

Sending news on down our way.

Tomorrow is another day!

But I've banned the clock to make a stand.

We won't get up, in Bubbleland.

Darkly Darling

I am your Darkly Darling,
Hidden inside all the other selves
I have grown
to protect the real Me.

The Me that peers out at the world
And wonders,

Could I survive?

Only your shining words
Release me,

In the dark,

In the night,

When all the others sleep.

No need then to worry then,
Am I sane?

No tics or habits,
No rages or fugues
Can protect me from you.

You slide beneath their soporifics,
Silky as a dream,
And rescue my racing heart
From the waking death
That is my life.

Stay.

Oh won't you stay?

Don't let them steal me back.

But here they come,
To drag me from my mind.

I fade, I flee;

And leave them with another me
To answer questions
I won't hear.

The real me waits,
Inside,
Until the darkness comes
And I will be
Your Darkly Darling once again.