they call you the untouchable
an outcast
parasite

unimportant
unsignificant
disposable

and small

but you are the god
of small things
and of loss

more important
more significant

*after criticising everyone's attempts at writing haiku's, here is my own really bad attempt...!!

broken bleeding hurt
with nothing left to say now
wanting this to work

2007

leaves were dancing, leaves were brown
leaves were falling on the ground

crush them underfoot and smile
crush my heart and stay a while

2007

Dear Dr. Phil,

I watch your show everyday and it makes me sick
but still I continue to watch it
glued to the screen without blinking.

Why did I even bother?
Haven’t I done enough for you?
Seeing the way I’ve been treated
Please tell me we’re through

Break me while I’m shaking
Ruffle me when I’m awake

Everyday is a struggle within
And I’m growing tired of my own skin
I wish there was someway out
Of having to deal with myself

I want what I can’t get
A life lived without regret

Alone
Surrounded by foolishness and ignorance
I break
Alone

Alone
Wrapped up by insecurities
Please rescue me
Save me

Alone
Confronted by fears I cannot count
I need your love

she was a pretty girl allright
up until that stormy night
for in that stormy night she heard
the crying of a dying bird

1998

I need to speak to you
Will you arrange
I just want to see you
Do you think that strange?

I miss you my angel
And it happens a lot
I always want
What I haven’t got

Funny to miss it

Something wrong is going on
You don’t want to say
I don’t understand at all
But baby it’s okay
What happened?

All I want to know
You’re fucking with my head

As my innocence was fading
In the shade
We’ll have a perfect day

Believe it if you want to
But I’m finding it hard
Something’s not right today
But you don’t want to say

Your eyes

If only words could cure the hate
If only song could unspin fate
If only life could lead his own
If only death was mine alone

If only blood out of my tongue
If only screamed, a note unsung

she spoke out but was silenced
she wanted, but abstained
repressing all the memories
with which her childhood was stained

cut away and leave to heal
but what about my soul

There’s something in it
And it takes the magic out of it
As long as you stay
I’ll be a part of it

It’s a broken dream
That we patched up in silence
But what does it mean

Staring at these same four walls
Crying out in pain
Have you tried to help yourself
All my attempts have been in vain

Angered by their solid flesh
You're crawling on the floor