We would have them believe we are happier than we are. Why?

Is it just a matter of circumstance? Tell me what you think, I'm curious about this myself.

walking back to the hotel from the theatre our one night in Stratford

.

just tired.

song.

for Steph's 16th birthday.

or Dates.

[a kindof ballad]

an orphan and his imaginary friend

[roommates]

for Guy Fawkes. They have to burn somebody, always.

[waiting]

last December

more waiting rooms

for Chantal, Vicent, Daryl, Caitlin, Katie and Ebba. I'm glad I could drag you guys down with me under one umbrella.

[farewell]

[lullaby] Thought of this walking back home from school in the summer, staring at the sky and being stared at for talking to myself :

[numbers] Probably just a daydream, perhaps me wanting someone else to figure something out about me I didn't already know. Things Fall Apart, I think that's a book?

[autumn]

[sea] 4th line correction: 'sign' should be 'sigh'. [This was written a couple days after recovering from the best time of my life. The place was magical, my friends were with me, I was in love and the waves came in.]

[pieces]The Promised Land will have the shit bombed out of it.

[us]

[friends]

[day]

[brother] Using the Poe Valentine formula. There was a short period of harmony in Spring 07 when a group of friends known as the Loners Together were, well, together. This is for them and hidden one particular member I fell in love with.

[inspired]

[abstract]

[trapped] For Vincent Van Gogh after watching a programme about his life. On Poetry Performance at school I ran downstairs to rewrite this so I could have a copy to read out,by the time I got something halfway resembling the original the audience had left

[the eyes]

[jewel]

[insomnia]

[tempest] I've Fallen Out With Irony. Written after an insanely ironic episode during auditions for the school play, The Tempest. For first love during my Bitter Year.

She casts her ribbon from out the waves.

[first] Using The Poe Valentine Formula. IMPORTANT NOTE: typo in the 6th line: the second word is WINTERY.

There were ideas of Alice and strangeness in my mind, this is just a kind of painting of the work my neurotransmitters come up with sometimes. Fun.

It is Thursday.

EPILOGUE: Lock the door and walk away. Strong language once.

[recurring]

Raise Your Glass High For Tomorrow We Die

Inspired by 'L'Homme Au Masque De Fer' by Alexander Dumas.

I'm just that interesting girl with the locked face. Wrote this when I was miserable over first encounters with jealousy it was my bitter year.

And you thought I only did depressing, morbid, macabre stuff, eh! This is a parody of Lewis Carrol's 'Jabberwocky' poem. Surprisingly all the people I wrote it about loved it more than anyone else!

[recovery]

Are you being facetious, Mell?

[trapped]

[buttons] Read about this character and put another name, added element from another character...etc. So she's a bit like a patchdoll.

[blade] ...Wow, didn't even remember this one. Written in Bitter Year, thinking about the kind of psychopathic mind that takes over the news and alleyways and homes more and more often.

[mosquito]

As you smile for their comfort in a way you despise... Think I had the images to an imaginary movie in my head, probably listening to too much Muse or My Chemical Romance. Just a feeling, written in 'Bitter Year'.

I didn't really do it with anyone in mind.

[fruit]