Author's notes: Exactly what it sounds like; when I finish a notebook I trawl through it and dig out all the scraps of poetry. Apparently in 2008 I was neither prolific nor altogether happy... :/

As all but one are untitled I've numbered them for ease of reference should you be kind enough to leave a review at the end. Alternatively, you can just quote the first line.

1.

Wipe away the blood and wipe away the tears

Wipe away the anger and wipe away the years

Wipe away my life. This useless fetid thing.

Wipe away the memory of everything I've been.

2.

I smile as I cry

Roll tear-laden eyes

And staunchly deny

That I'm hurting inside

3.

I hate the world I'm living in

I hate the filth, I hate the sin

But most of all I hate the din.

4.

And once again we are to blame

It seems that death runs in our veins

5.

I never should have let you think that I no longer cared

And I wish that I had told you that I liked your purple hair

I know I always said that you should dye it back to black

But it really quite became you, looking back …

Twenty-twenty vision was a thing I thought I had

But I went to the optician and it turns out I was mad

So I went to see the doctor but he tells me I'm just sad.

And I've paid five-hundred quid to hear all that?

What a twat – looking back …

6.

Mind the gap,

The gap between reality and dreams

But every time I go to step across

Like vertigo

The gap widens and deepens

And I teeter on the edge of a precipice.

Part of me knows that it's an illusion,

That if I step across the train will be there,

My dreams will be there

But another part believes that if I chance it

I'll be lost

And fear of annihilation is hard to overcome.

Little Miss Two-Moods

Little Miss Two-Moods

Angry and sad

Tormented by visions

Of diverging paths

So just hum a song

And pretend to be glad

And maybe some day

You'll become what you act.

Little Miss Two-Moods

Snappy and blue

Biting the heads off

Bold seekers of truth

And hoping they see

The sick weight of your ruth

As you try to become a recluse.

Little Miss Two-Moods

Writing these words

Pretending her sorrows

Are worthy of verse

While inside she's cut up

From knowing she's cursed

And everything only gets worse.

Book the hearse.

7.

Some days I think I'll turn to ice

Some days I think it's stone

Some days I think I'll fade away

Or turn to dust and bone

Some days I don't care which it is

So long as I am gone

Thank you for reading! Hope you review, too! ;) And why not read some of my other stuff..? Might as well while you're here, right?

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