Kryptonite

I took a walk around the world
To ease my troubled mind
I left my body laying somewhere
In the sands of time
But I watched the world float
To the dark side of the moon

I feel there is nothing I can do, yeah

I watched the world float
To the dark side of the moon
After all I knew it had to be
Something to do with you
I really don’t mind what happens now and then
As long as you’ll be my friend at the end

If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I’m alive and well, will you be
There a-holding my hand
I’ll keep you by my side
With my superhuman might
Kryptonite

You called me strong, you called me weak,
But still your secrets I will keep
You took for granted all the times
I never let you down
You stumbled in and bumped your head,
If not for me then you'd be dead
I picked you up and put you back
On solid ground

If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I’m alive and well,
Will you be there a-holding my hand
I’ll keep you by my side
With my superhuman might
Kryptonite

If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I’m alive and well, will you be there
Holding my hand
I’ll keep you by my side
With my superhuman might
Kryptonite
Yeah!!

If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I'm alive and well,
Will you be there a-holding my hand
I'll keep you by my side
With my superhuman might
Kryptonite
Yeah!! 

The Truth Behind The Volatile (A Work in Progress)

See, we used to be one

Now we’re separated into two

I was left broken

And alone

 

I sit down and think back

Wonder how we got this way

Look through all our texts and pictures

And just reminisce of how we used to be

 

You have betrayed me in the worst way possible

And you’ve done it more than once

how can you say you love me,

When you do nothing to change it?

 

So, i decided to take a stand

Once and for all

I have had enough of being treated this way

It has to stop now

 

I grit my teeth and close my eyes

As I delete your texts and pictures

And deal the final blow

Delete you from Facebook and erase your number

 

I feel a little better surrounded in loneliness.

But yet, i still feel empty, fragile and broken

I have to hold myself together

To stop myself falling apart

 

I come to realise that if I ignore you

You’d eventually leave me alone

I’d get over you

You get over me

 

I begin to think that my plan is flawless

Until my phone starts to vibrate, I have a text

I check the sender’s number against my memory…

… It’s you…

 

A mixture of emotions fill my head

They flood through my veins into my heart

I feel pangs of longing, needing, wanting

Takin’ over my hurt, upset, pain, anger, confusion

 

You’ve sent me poems

Detailing our journey

But just like all journeys progress

There has to be an end. There always is.

 

Whether there’s a fork in the road

And you’re stuck for a decision

Or you reach a dead end

And the road hits a brick wall

 

As time progresses, people change

It’s all a matter of whether they change together

Or go their separate ways

And grow apart, or worse still, fall away from each other.

 

People say “True love never dies”

And I’m not entirely sure that’s true

Maybe love just changes

And it doesn’t feel the same anymore

 

Love is just one of many journeys

It can start as a friendship and grow

Or begin a relationship

And dwindle into friendship, or just nothingness…

 

What ever path it takes

It’s participants should never

Take each other for granted

Or take advantage.

 

It feels as if that’s just what you did

Take advantage of my love for you

And the trust I had

How could you?

 

It took long enough for me to trust you

Trust anyone again

It feels like you’ve stabbed me in the back, as you looked into my eyes.

Then left me for dead, without even a look over your shoulder.

 

Those poems disturbed something deep inside of me

I don’t know whether that’s a good thing

Or bad, either way,

It doesn’t matter anymore…

 

As my eyes trace their way over the letters

That form into words, sentences, verses

that tell me of our past

A previously hidden point of view

 

Thoughts and feelings that were shrouded in mystery

Spill onto paper

My mind is working overtime

In reaction to your message

 

My words come out nonchalant and angry

i find myself not caring if I scare you

I’m not bothered how “sorry” you claim to be

I find myself believing it’s all another lie

 

What can I do to make you realise what you have done?

Maybe there’s just no point

Since you can’t possibly care

When it’s always the same

(A Father's Pledge) The Edge

I stand on the edge of this concrete mountain
Watching the people below
I’m finding it hard to contain this pain
I just hope it doesn’t show
I need to find something to stop me falling
Keep myself together “for better or worse”
The thought of you keeps me stalling
Knowing I should have always put you first
I remember the day you were born
The day I found meaning for “Unconditional Love”
You are so beautiful, that’s for sure
I know your mum would be proud, watching you from above
Because I couldn’t be any more proud if I tried
I will always be there for you, always be true
you truly are the apple of my eye
I'll always pick you up when you’re down, or feeling blue
i will do my best to be there to watch you grow
When you reach your teens, and beyond drinking your first beer
So maybe I should just let you know
Whatever happens,
I will always be here

The Past

It’s always easy to live in the past

Because that way we’d always last

I stand over the shallow grave that contains our relationship.

You were my drug, I was addicted, constantly wanting another hit.

Like all drugs, I guess you were bad for me

Although it never felt that way, that’s how it would always be,

Well I’m tired of living in the past

Because deep in my heart we would never have last

I’m sick of wondering what could be

If we reconciled, again, but that’s just not what I need

But I know you’re my soulmate

And if you believe in fate

You’ll realise it would have always ended in this way

With us reaching a stalemate

Once i wanted to marry you

Build a life together, just me and you

Make you my official ‘one and only’

Instead I’ll spend the rest of my time here lonely

They say “true love never dies”

And I’m not saying that is a lie

But sometimes love just isn’t enough

I was besotted, but now my heart is concussed

I will never look at another

You and I were supposed to be forever

Like everyone says “nothing lasts”

You could have been my future,

But now you’ll always be my past…

An Epitaph to my Former Self

 

There are times in life

Where the pieces of the puzzle

Fit like clockwork

And you come to realise

That things are exactly

How they seem

And everything you wished you knew

Just starts to fall apart.

It’s not like you want to care

But you have to

When the ones you love

Are in the firing line.

Pride is their biggest obstacle,

And anger is yours.

Everyone is telling you

What you’re seeing is not

Just ‘in your head’

Apart from the villain

Of this chapter

Of your memoir.

You are finding it hard

To hold your tongue

But you have to

For fear

Of the consequences.

But what you are finding

To be increasingly frustrating

Is the fact you are paranoid

That people are looking

Into your eyes

Knowing what you don’t.

Revelling in your

Unwanted and unintentional

Ignorance.

that has been forced upon

Your shoulders

With unrelenting force

By those to claim

To “care”.

In reality

All they care about is themselves

While you are left picking up the broken pieces

Of the broken mirror that is you.

They leave you to fall down

The rabbit hole.

At the bottom

Is a pit of misery

And spikes.

My mind is not immortal

And is about to be

Vanquished.

For thirteen years I have

been a victim

Of depression.

My mind is not immortal

And is about to be

Vanquished.

Trapped in an infinate web

Of lies and deceit.

Caught up in non-political politics.

Stuck between the depression and manic stages

That make up my

Rock-and-a-hard-place.

My mind is not immortal.

And is about to me

Vanquished.

Vanquished

Of all innocence -

Of all guilt -

Of all anger -

Of all pain…

Of you.

Standing on the Periphery

 

I stand on the periphery/

Thinking about my crass inability/

to see through my own stupidity/

not see through my immaturity/

Buffoonery/

Thinking about you brings pain to my biggest artery/

All the techniques in my artillery/

Could not bring you back to me/

See

Comradery/ is one thing, but pretending would be debauchery/

What happened to us? It’s a mystery/

I can’t work out whether periphery ends in a ‘Y’ or an ‘E’/

I contemplate this as my eyes take in/ the scenery/

My heart is breaking/ it requires surgery/

As my strongest muscle grows stationary/

I tip over the edge as my soul vacates me…/

My Number One

I know that I love you, and I know that you're "the one"
I know you're sorry, for all you've said and done,
But I can't get over it, you've pulled a fast one,
So I pick up the gun, and say goodbye to my "number one"...