the lost pages

a forgotten chapter
slipped off the face of the world
kept under lock and key
left for none and all to see

too precious to be fed to fire
but too scarred to be brought to light
it lies in wait and debris
only one name to solve the mystery

cursed by whispers to deafness
thoughts too deep to bury
years go by and still they lie in decayed longevity
never to escape this tranquility

find yourself

He hurriedly filed his dreams away as his phone screamed and wiggled at him for the fifth time to wake up.
Eventually heaving his eyes open only to find the night still plastered thickly over.

The piercing light quickly dissolved the darkness and he stumbled around while his eyes gradually adjusted to the light.

The sun was taking it's time rounding the bend today.

mr clock lazily glowed back at his glower. 5.45 am.

He had had 3 whole hours of sleep. a record.

He picked his way to the toilet, stepping and crushing notes along the way.


Around the world, 18 year old corpses everywhere repeated the same routine in the dead of the night.
Their gaunt, sunken faces barely held onto youth and bloodshot eyes screamed out for release.
Flaccid, decaying souls in supple bodies slumped over piles of undone work, the floor littered with unread notes
and their minds bled, carved from the gashes of stress and disappointment.

What demons could have so thoroughly stripped the joy from their faces
and bled their youth out of them ?

failed.

i am a fool.
but i'm not any ordinary fool.
i am a fool of the highest order,
a fool of the highest degree.

some men are fools because they simply know no better
these men are to be pitied not scorned

others are fools because they forget that they know better
these men are to be slapped across the face till they remember

even others are fools because life dealt them a bad hand once
and choose to live in self pity for the rest of their sad existences
these men should be thrown onto a cruel island for a year

but fools of the highest degree..
the idiotus maximus..

these men know better, oh, much better
yet they have cut down other fools for not knowing better.
these men have lashed out at others for misdeeds which they adorn themselves with,
they have been given everything, and have returned nothing.
these men live in palaces of diamond crusted ego,
they have seen fire turn to gold, but have not believed.

what do they deserve ?
they do not deserve to love or to be loved,
and yet loves flows and froths in such an abundance
in the hope that it would drown out their foolishness.