The Lies Sung in Rhymes

Nursery school is essential. It’s where you learn society’s rules. You know, Don’t hit, don’t take what isn’t yours, don’t kill people, don’t rape them. I remember that one, right after snack time.
At nursery school, you learn when someone asks who you are to reply as if you know.
At nursery school, you learn to lie.

Sweet Assumptions And Softened Lies

For the sake of living, I like to assume reality is real.

The Ghost of a God

I opened my eyes to you, because you were worth seeing.

Ultimate in Your Construction

I loved the way your hand fit with mine
I loved the way you smiled when the everything was coming to pieces
I loved your fascination with the world
I loved your voice, melodic, lulling your brother to sleep
I loved the way you could express a feeling with just a few words
I loved.

The Want

People are defined, not by how the treat their superiors but how they treat their inferiors.

The Corruption

The only escape from confession is suicide, and suicide is confession

Lost Inside Itself

It occurred to me today that I don't know what colour a chameleon is, before it starts changing

The Notes From a Broken Man

I thought seeing all the graves, all the violence and death would affect me somehow.

I thought I'd grieve, want to cry, at least be sad a little.

But I didn't, it didn't touch me at all.

And that scares the hell out of me.

The Blinded

Your problem was that you saw the world too clearly. You looked through the universe and saw all the babies that never were, the poets who died before they wrote a word, the angel who fell for another’s wrongs. You saw the writers without a pen, the singers without a voice, the me without you.
You saw all the bad, but you never could see the beauty.
I wonder why that was.
Maybe there just isn’t any.

The Fall

It was cold you know, in your shadow.

The Sorting Office

You misunderstand what I mean, I do not love you. I love the 7 year old I caught tadpoles with. I love the 9 year old I chased in the park. I love the 12 year old whose hand I clung onto on my first day of high school. I love the 13 year old I kissed. But you are no longer these people. I do not love you

Too Bright

You were a star with edges too sharp; you tore a hole in this world then fell straight through it.

The Hidden

To everyone else you were just a boy who died. Your face was in the papers for a few weeks, your name engraved on a rock, your life in the publics heart for a while.

But this is what they didn't tell them:

Your favourite colour was the blue of a robin's egg.

When you smiled the whole room laughed with you.

When you hurt, we felt it too.

That you cared.

That you were strong.

That I never knew anyone as good as you.

That you were loved.

Don't fly to high

We are all only the playthings of our own psyches; don’t ever go thinking you’re different. Don't go trying to fly higher than the rest, you'll only fall down again. You’re not special.

The Freedom

Do you remember when we were little and jumped off a rock into piles of leaves? Do you remember the leap of the hill? The tug of gravity pulling us down? The landing, bruising on the hard ground?

I don’t. I only remember the moment we were both sure we could fly.

The Realisation

I used to see you, after you left. At the bus stop, at school, following me. Your stare accusing, but you never spoke, not for years. Then, once, you did. You leaned forward and I could feel no breath against my ear or the heartbeat against mine for I knew you were long gone. But I heard your voice, just three words “It’s your fault” And then you went. I didn't see you as often after that. But that was the day I knew.That was the day I started to hate myself.