elspeth87

Returning to the womb. Warm room in which I curl And hide. Inside this tomb Of suns, nights unfurl Joyful restoration. Hurled gently from darkest Task, through inspiration Deep in to life's chest. Trundle unconsciously On hurt and heavy limbs, Slipping so gracefully As all the world dims. Rejoining shell and pearl; Reuniting the gloom With silver lining's whirl; Returning to the womb.

Coughing and spluttering my way Through a maze of hazy customers, My eyes start to dim and glaze Under the weight of my hatred for pedestrians. My sinuses scorn my breathless attempts To make this ordeal a past tense, While sweat spills from behind my scarf And the bastard in my throat begins his harsh laugh. The lead head that lolls helplessly as it’s lugged around Starts to sound more and more like a third person, As I fight my way back, along an endless sales rack To the back of the worlds longest queue. The procession of possessed consumers trudges ever onwards, Willingly submitting to society's bidding, Without every q

Chilly from the midnight frost, Sharp as a razor blade Sunlight pierces my curtain, Interrupting my peaceful shade. The whispers of Bath town Become a grumbling moan, As student upon student Finally reaches home. Traffic mutters into life, Somewhere school bells ring, M & S open their doors As millions of tills start to sing. Mindless masses queue quietly, Awaiting the old 418. Have they got time for a coffee? Why is this bus always late? Underneath Bath's ancient Abbey The jugglers start up their acts, While French and American tourists Are conned out money for 'facts'.

I’m walking in a footpath in spring. Everything is living and growing. I hear a bubbling brook. I hear the wind, a gentle breeze. I hear a silent whisper. I remember how much I abhor you. I see a rosy sunset, I see a boat, silhouetted on the horizon. I see the hidden face. I remember why I loath you. I feel the sea salt on my skin. I feel its sharp taste on my tongue. I feel that numb ache. I remember what I detest about you. All you need to know is I Hate You.

Please, Don’t let him forget. Don’t let him forget         Those days We spent together In the sun,         And the rain. Let him forget         Where we went What we saw,         What we did. He needn’t remember        What we wore Where we ate, Why we laughed        Or cried. Let him remember       I was there, And we were happy.                                Once.

If you were to hold me and tell me you loved me I would believe you. Can you feel my trembling hand wanting you to see I won’t deceive you? My heart is like a brass band, in a minor key, playing just for you. I simply won’t understand and I can’t be free ‘til I hear from you.

We live in a decayed decade, A regurgitated mess of anticipation. Those who dare venture out of the shade Marvel at their own defecation. These are the dregs of humanity, The argument against evolution. ‘Though few have a grasp on sanity, Everyone lays claim to a solution. The TV’s fine tuning our brainwaves, From citizen to mindless consumer. We are told exactly what our life craves, And why people like a sense of humour. Humiliation is the aim of the viewer, Too proud to fear the victim’s fate; As Trinny tells us which dress is newer, Suzanna helps us to find a date. We’re a nation with true self-obsess