why such sadness, when your skin is dyed to match ours?

evidence of old washes on worn stone

dust gathers on lace hair and leathered limbs -

we've all such shrivelled hearts -

when the sun is up, i can be brave

your hands warmed the hollows of my body and left me bruised -

when i am hollow, porcelain cracked and thighs numb -

she is an aesthetic mistake and a literal beauty.

resurrection my eyes break the hollow daylight gentle and divine

with the lights off i am lovely, breathing breakdowns in the air

oh you said you'd miss me? aren't you dreamy aren't you sweet

such a night to celebrate surrounded by cerise

quietly she mourned the lack of histrionics

are you sick with disenchantment?

her crown of thorns screams saint and nothing less

New rhyme scheme. Wooo: 'ambulances bringing the days when roses and violets lose their colours.'

Shut up, shut up, there's nothing you can say to make me think I love him.

This one gathers the grandchildren round the fire for a game of spot the reference. I will dearly love anyone who finds them all. is it love or necromancy? sweet and sad and torrid

erratic rhyme scheme, tenuous grasp of poetry in general. pretty words make graves. tell me what you think.

doe eyes and dogged smile: he just oozes honour

handprints on her face and what a smile!

such an exquisite deception

I dream weird things.

She puts her papery little hand in mine, and I sort of flinch but mostly don’t, because she has the dead, dead hands of the devil right now and it freaks me the fuck out.

sort of a lullaby i guess.

guess which paedophilic author this was based off?

this one is more stoned than on crack. i should stop putting special sweeties in my ink.

cloying trembling sweetly sick

it's as heavy as lead

the purported pinkness of her cheeks-

Elliot looks at his cold, blue girlfriend and wonders if perhaps she wasn’t just 'tired' last night when his hands went a few places and just how illegal necrophilia actually is.

so goes their story

“Honey, you gonna keep blabbering at me all night or are you going to open your wallet and take me somewhere shiny?”

This is completely on crack. But not literally. Just say no, kids.

(mmm)more

one day, Patrick will collapse like dust.

There is something to be said for the French that their word for 'me' sounds like a kiss.

it's a penny she'll never think in thoughts

Lying down isn’t much of an option, either, because Mr Bad Shoes and Mr Secret Topshop Lover are on his arms and Mr One Cupcake Too Many is getting a little too comfortable on his legs.

Don't say a word.

Call it an experiment and then tell me what you thought of it.

shy smiles and singing

She'll run, and she'll try not to think about how much she wants a real bed and a meal that doesn't come with a free toy.

Good morning.

Pigeons were like Daniel in that they were everywhere.

your eyes are too blue when they're blurred

Oh yeah, I used a semi-colon in lyrics. Go on, you know you think I'm cool.

Spin bunny spin

I got a new pen and this is what I did with it.

Written in Ssssspain.

One cannot force a friendship.

Credit to my inspiration IZZIE for the ninth line. Very... wistful, I suppose.

Sonnet written to stave off writer's block.

They are holding hands, because they are eight years old and it's okay.

Soon our legacy will vanish from this place with a whimper and a whisper of 'dearly beloved'.

This shit wouldn't happen to a guy in Uruguay.

I apologise in advance for my sense of humour.

Is it still called crying if you don't make a sound?

For my ROSEY.

there's only so many times you can kiss me -

Again with the Diet Coke.

Odd, I guess. I've been drinking Diet Coke.

Makes little sense. You be the judge.

About my great-grandmother.

I like to pretend I'm not another whiny teenage girl, but I'm lying. Blatantly.

Um. Poetry?

13 points.

Life is a series of chasms.

Party, n. A social gathering especially for pleasure, celebration and amusement.

I'll stay here 'til I die if I want to and there ain't nothing you can do to stop me.

It's been long, baby sister.

Something ended; something else began. Maybe nothing happened, and none of us noticed, but that day is there, and I won't forget it.