could i

every time you empty mouthed
i lose a little soul
every time i hear meaningless nothings
that mean nothing at all
i lose a little something
that leaves me cold
do these moments that we share
last forever on your lips
does it stick like superglue
and make you feel sick
every time i try and fail
to get through to you

(every moment i bear the guilt)
i walk a little shorter
and further from you
every moment a word slips
from mine to yours
filling your stomach
with nothing at all
if one word were to nourish
don't worry
i'd speak them all
and if i thought that saying nothing
would in any way prevent your fall
i'd throw away my voice
i'd throw away it all
if i could feed you encouragement
you'd be my baby bird
if i could somehow transcend
a wisdom which was unheard
i'd pass through you like water
and fix your aching pores
i'd travel through your bloodstream
and whisper food for thought
i could take out my toolkit
and rewire inside your brain
i'd take care to remove
your struggles and your pain
if i could manipulate your
subconscious
if i were that refined
i'd let you come to something
that would let you change your mind
if i could hand you cutlery
and tell you it's okay
that eating is a necessity
i'd tell you every day

hell within

i am your second hand smoke
crawling out and into your throat
reaching claws so sharp,
some demon they denote
curling round vestal organs
and squeezing them to pulp
i am smoke and mirrors
your racing heart fears
reflecting yourself so dark
the hell within me,
for within me hell i bring

nothing gives

i can fill me with this-
these words and meaningless
that nothing gives
i can find some kind of existence
in the pretence of bliss
i can in anger, make true
But nothing gives
i can make the words
that lovers live
but past emulation
this symposium of grief
a charade of heat
I, nothing gives.

listen

i feel this
this aching desire to be heard
but without the voice
for true inspiration to be bestowed
i feel this
waiting soft love to be known
though i lack the heart
for any lovers love be won
i feel this
darkness from within
horrifying enough to colour night
but not the strength enough
to exact upon (a canvas) my might

femanism

once you start to decide
for whose rights are worth fighting
you miss the point entirely
so let me tell you brother
i would fight for you any day of the week
paternal leave,
the right to cry and not be weak,
victim of a crime and allowed to speak,
a stay at home dad is a feat to
achieve and i believe
attention to looks doesn't have to mean anything
and don't pay for the date, this is about equality
there's more to you than what your wallet has to say
and just because you're a little boy,
doesn't mean you're dirty or cheeky
and if men look like action man
why does he have a gun
and why the fuck do so many of these toys
promote war mongering
and so what you like art or poetry,
it doesn't make you any weirder
and if a girl hits you first, you
shouldn't wait till it gets harder
and if you've been raped you aren't
any less of a man
i know your mental health is as important as any woman's
and if you have acne, up to your back teeth
i believe in your right to cover it up
or maybe you just want your eyes to have a little pop
i wouldn't look at you twice in the street
just for wearing make up
and if you have cancer
i don't care where it is as long as you
have the best. goddamn. treatment
women don't own breast tissue
(or the colour pink for that matter)
if you're young and black
i'm not going to cross the street
and if you're gay i'm not going to ask
what fucking musical to see
so what you're a muslim,
i'm not going to get off the train
why would i assume you're a terrorist
islam doesn't make you insane
and if you weren't biologically born a man
it doesn't matter
i will fight for your right to be
accepted in the broad male prism

when

if we are to die
leave with me now
while the waters unite
and the pleasant pleasure
of buckled sin
is well within sight

if we are to die
say you'll find a place
between here and now
to let my soul take flight
and let the silence begin

if we are to die
let us not fight
and if we are to depart
(from each others eyes)
say that we'll meet again

and if we are to die
and my killer's on the loose
promise you'll kiss him
say we knew the most
that we are to die
and it wasn't for him to choose

queer

i've never been just one thing
i'm caught in between
mixed and matched, to the max
i've heard it's quite a scream
i'm always swinging both ways
i just can't make up my mind
i like a dress and makeup
but i love a suit and tie
really i want the freedom
to be just who i am
a little bit of everything
and a little bit more than
i want to split my gender
i want to give both a go
feminism in one hand
and turn the heads of girls
i want to be a Grecian lover
when society had no confines
i wish i had the brawn to bring
my lover to my side
loving women is easy
their softness beckons your fall
i want short hair and sapphic looks
i want to look them all
i long to be looked after
i want to rob you of free will
bend you over backwards
be sadistic and cruel
it's not all that easy
living in this mono world
where i am supposed to choose
my clothes with certain rules
i find myself quite petrified
when people ask just who i am
i want to be everything all at once
and i can tell you, i am