.
*Longing, you gaze through the curtains
Lost in the moon’s glowing light
Stillness awash in the heavens
A hush on the whispers a’ flight

Promises echoed in stardust
Softly as wind on a wing
Smiles that form in the distance
Thoughts in the quiet now bring

Sighs of each breath ever taken
Affectionate phrases a’ flow
Desires agleam in the darkness
Peaceful horizons now show

Hearing his voice say I love you
Even though you are apart
Knowing this night as you listen
In silence, he speaks to your heart

Write it in blue.
Endeavour, endure, entrust.
No pockets left unturned.
Lend to another what you have stolen from me.
Tell the ferryman, you wrote your will in blue.

Driving along the back-roads of Clare,
Sunny but coming to the end of the day.
Window half down,
Left hand on his knee,
The other holding the last few drags of a cigarette.
Using only the heel of his hand to guide the car along the scribble of road with minimal effort.

A song came waltzing through the lo-fidelity speakers of his blue Cortina.
A song he hadn't heard in years,
As he had avoided it where he could.
He thought about turning it off but retreated his hand back to his knee,
Tapping his faded work jeans to the rhythm.
Smoked the last of the cigarette
And ejected it before winding up the window to **** the rumble of the wind.
Turning up the radio he sang along to the duet,
As they had done before.
It had been seven years.
He still leaves the gaps for her to sing.
Never again to be filled.

To coax emotion and entice desire
To exaggerate feeling, exhaust and tire
Of twisted roots and seamless truths
That split at the end to love and offend.
Silence the burden,
Smile and pretend.

“We’re all just some punks, miserable creatures
With our human goal to be: enhancing all of our features
Further into the caves, intentions become deeper
Like killing your local preacher and to blame it on the teacher
Because all kids are precious
I sat alone, just to see
How long it would take to burn down all of our trees
Now we can’t even breathe
Near each other, nobody can see one another
It’s always about color
And *** and race, and what-ever somebody ate
There is no purpose, after the greatest
We all became so very aimless
Is it worth it, that
Maybe the only thing I can ever be
Is Instagram famous.”

Am I invisible
When my arms wave for aid
Am I bothering the people
Shunned and ashamed
My lungs fill with mistakes
Four gallons of heart ache
I fall to my end
Inside me
Another person is clawing my skin, burning my head and kicking my shins
Cursing me to become a better
Me
Yet I am still drowning in my own sorrow
I extend, through forceful waves,
A weak hand waving a white flag
Before I descend into the ocean's grave