One Of Those Days

Wake up, get dressed, work away;
The dark clouds tell me it's 'one of those days' -
One of those days where time will pass slowly,
One of those days where I feel no-one knows me.
Maybe nobody does.

I don't know
If there's anything about myself I love,
If there's anything about me someone else loves,
All I can see is a big tub of flaws;
No life in my eyes,
No spring in my step,
No colour in my face;
I stood there, observing the blurry blob
that was trying to convince me it was my reflection
and wept.

Every day now seems more boring than the last,
Why on earth can't time just pass by very fast?!
Maybe in time, I'll stop picking apart
all of the things that I think are wrong -
and I'll realise what really matters is my heart -
to err is human, or so they say.
I know that I won't always stay this way.
All my insecurities will just fall away,
and I'll no longer be,
perpetually,
in 'one of those days'.

Failed.

I enter the room, prepped and ready to blow this thing out of the water.
Sitting down, I tap my pen on the desk
and stare blankly at the paper.

“Oh crap.” I think, as I realise that I ought to
Have some sort of thoughts swirling round in my head.
Eventually, when I have harnessed the ability to think at such an early hour,
All I can think of is a few vague ideas –
And then Vic Reeves belting out the Star Trek theme, spinning Liz McClarnon round
and showing her a quid.

Scrunching my eyes, my mind begins to skid
to a halt.
Now, the only thing I can think of is the awful pain in my head,
And the colours that dance on the paper, on the walls, on the floor.
“No more!” I inwardly scream, as if the pain were a small man inside my head that could hear me begging him to move out and find somewhere else to live.

Fat chance.

I end up outside, pinching the bridge of my nose
in an attempt to wave the colourful parade off home.
It is at this point that I realise – I’ve failed.

Distractions

This modern life
is full of distractions -
We feel we must stay in to watch a bunch of fame-hungry idiots
exposing themselves in our homes. We feel we must have every gadget going
to make us happy, to satisfy our own selfish needs,
to take our minds off the banalities of daily life; to make us free.

Well then, call me traditional - I don't really see
Why I could possibly need "the new Blackberry 3!" (or whatever it's called) to distract me.

Call me old-fashioned, because when I need a distraction;
I close my eyes.
Engage my mind.
And think of you.

Take It Down

Oh, there you go again – moving unaware,
And I sit here waiting, even though you’ll never come (whoa).
So, in my mind, I’m hating you,
But it’s so hard ‘cause I love you, and I know I’m too far gone.

This picture of you keeps getting into my head,
And all the things that you said, they haunt me.
Oh, this picture of you – you don’t know what you do;
It’s controlling me, so I’ll take it down.
You’re controlling me, so I’ll take you down,
I’ll take you down.

Sometimes, I wish that I had never met you
Because of all the things you do to me (inside).
But now that I can’t forget you, I’ll just have to accept that you’re a part of me
And get myself together,
But I can’t.

Because this picture of you keeps getting into my head,
And all the things that you said, they haunt me.
Oh, this picture of you – how can I pull through when it’s controlling me?
I’ll have to take it down.
You’re controlling me, so I’ll take you down,
You know I’ll take you down.

Really, it’s mind over matter –
So why should you really matter so much to me?
Leaving you tears me up inside,
Someone kick me off this ride
‘cause I do love you (even though I shouldn’t).

This picture of you keeps getting into my head,
And all the things that you said, they haunt me.
Oh, this picture of you – you don’t know what you do;
It’s controlling me, so I’ll take it down.
You’re controlling me, so I’ll take you down,
I’ll take you; this picture of you keeps getting into my head,
And all the things that you said, they haunt me.
Oh, this picture of you – how can I pull through when it’s controlling me?
I’ll have to take it down.
You’re controlling me, so I’ll take you down,
Though I don’t want to, I’ll have to take you down.
I’m gonna take you (down).

The Space Cadet

“Your face is purple and you speak yellow.” She said.
I laughed and shook my head.

“How can someone speak yellow?” I asked, intrigued –
and she simply looked at me, face deep in thought.
“I don’t know.”
I laughed again, and sighed.

“You’re mad.” I said.
This time she shook her head.
“I don’t understand your world.” She said,
and laughed.
I smiled and asked “How so?”
She said again “Oh, I don’t know. “
She paused and said, “You’re such a realist!”
Shrugging, I replied, “I guess. You are mad though. But it could be worse…”
She gathered her things and was ready to go –
Then, turning to me, she said “worse, how?”
I told her “Well, I’m married with kids!”

Then we both laughed and walked away.

This has been another day,
in which the Space Cadets have boldly gone
where no-one
even
remotely
sane
would dare to play.

Collide (Fire and Ice)

Two worlds; one of fire,
one of ice
Will spar against each other tonight.
They both hope to overcome
that ancient battle -
to win, they both must make
The ultimate sacrifice.

And so, tonight they lie
dormant
Until the hour calls them on to fight;
Until the hour comes when they collide.

And so they’ll burn in fire,
They’ll take the risk
and make the ultimate sacrifice –
And finally, they’ll freeze in ice,
their love preserved in one cold caress
Tonight, when these two worlds
Collide.

For A Good Girl

Christmas is coming,
the geese are too fat,
I won't put a penny in the old man's hat -
I'll just lie awake at night thinking of you,
wishing and hoping you'll think of me too.

I've made my list,
and I've checked it twice,
but I can't decide if I've been naughty or nice -
No, I've changed my mind, this year I've been good.
I think I've done everything that I should.

So, when Christmas comes, and we all settle down,
preparing for the chaos that will come around,
And when I go to bed on Christmas Eve night,
Praying for peace, and for no need to fight,
I'll be a bit naughty for once, and I'll ask
Father Christmas a favour - just one little task -
Of all the things one could ask in the world,
it's really not much, to me, it seems all right -
That when I awake on Christmas Day,
You'll be there in my front room - so handsome - not wrapped,
save for a present bow there in that hair,
and a tag on your arm, which when read, will declare;
"A present this Christmas - For a good girl!"