Bullet drives through my skin in slow motion slowly piercing in Bullet zooming through the air driving into my skin thats how i'm feeling when you keep on lying to my face.
If you are loving me like you love your mother then you arent loving her. If your keeping me like you kept your goldfish then im floating in the death of your neglect If youre leaving like you left your child then youre no fighter If your loving me like you love your mother then … Continue reading mother
Sun A perfect painting Always hanging straight above the ceiling Wheels that provide the feels like we are riding and free Honey, I want fame a break from this mundane cell, Broken biscuits for breakfast Let’s get dressed Cos, honey I want fame.
I bet you wish You did it better I bet you wish You could forget her See these marks around my wrists Marks from rope Tied up from frustrations Restrictions Heavy weights pull me down I sink in deep Footprints in mud stay cemented These paths I walk I’m judged Barely made it But I’m … Continue reading Self destruction button
I was going on about my day Going my direction Doing things My way And then suddenly Right in front of me A new beginning Of things I’d never dreamed And now I’ve dreamt them Lived in the moment. Only god could have given, And now all the time, I put you, before I. Even … Continue reading You before I
My August pamphlet is now out Sober : Lilyth Poetry Thanks for your support xxx
August 2020 Dear reader, The last few months have been testing, not just for me but for the whole country. They opened up the pubs and they’ve opened up the parks again to the public. Kids sneaking about having house parties and apparently increasing the infection rates. Schools are reopening and people have been doing … Continue reading ‘Sober’, out now, keep a lookout for the next lot of giveaways
I was sold when you said you'd give me half price bread I was sold when you told me you preferred hot chocolate instead I was sold you told me that you think I am fit I was sold till you got me to bed I was sold when you told me you'd shelter my … Continue reading I was sold
Warm hands, cold touch yours obsessing over me is too much I can't write, I can't think, I can't be who I want to be... your paranoid and think I avoid you want me to rush my feelings to please you I told you that is not something I am prepared to do you think … Continue reading don’t understand
You people in your big mansion homes Large estate cars In windows no reflection As an outsider I glare No takeaway menues No leaflets please And gates you build up So no one can get in Symmetrical windows Symmetrical cats You don’t give away new furniture Because to you it is tat Empathy lost and … Continue reading Broken mansion
I’m tired of this griveing feelingYou made it very clear youre leavingI haven’t been doing much healingI’ve been feeling tired of this grieving feelingI wish you would just come put these problems to bedFill back the silence with talk insteadYou know there’s much to talk aboutWe’ve never had a fight, never had a shout.