A Mirror On My Wall

I'm watching you
Are you watching me?
I'm watching myself
I hate what I see

In this mirror,
Nothing seems real
It's all just a mirage
Of lies

Am I vain?
I'm vain
I'm imperfect
That's what I love
The obsession for the ordinary
OCD for hatred

Behind the mirror
My alter ego screams
'WAKE UP'
'WAKE UP'
'What the fuck are you doing with your life?'

I stare back
Blankly
'I don't know, nothing seems real'

I am a chameleon
An actor
It's all a pretence
Neatly packed together with pretty bows

In reality, it's a sinking ship
A broken nose
Blood spattered walls
An haven for the dregs
Where a noose is always within touching distance

Photography by Alexandra Thompson

The Lamp

Sitting alone, all alone
Darkness sweeps me up
I drown in this

I pour light
For you
Yet I go unnoticed

There are patterns on the wall
Shards of life
Live there

I sit here on my own
Waiting for something
Waiting for something to happen

I don't want to turn into
Something I didn't want to exist
In a world which celebrates
Nothing but money

Causes distress
Like no other
Not one of you
Saw the struggle I tried to address

I tried to impress
Something onto your..
Imagination departs
For reality

To the present, to the now

A collage of memories
Scatter the kitchen floor

1882

​It was 1882, I walked along memory lane

Searching

Searching 

For something

I don't remember

But these sands of time

Steal my dreams

the way you stole mine

I throttled the pain,

Drank rum three days straight

But the hours stand still

Minutes abandon me

I did something the Baskervilles never will

I saw life before me

Busying itself, coming and going 

Reversing and speeding

Departing and returning

I now feel the nagging heat of the sun

Poking and laughing

I sense an awe in which history has left

Life was fleeting

And all you could do is meet me with a military greeting