No-one Can Hear Your Heartbeat

No-one can hear you talking girl,

They have their own dialogues,

No-one can hear you breathing,

No-one can hear your heartbeat,

No-one except you,

You stand on the periphery of the social circle.

 

Your sob story sinks you to the lowest rank,

We only want the good news today, but,

Your happiness is too loud to deserve airtime,

Check in some other day,

Your world is on the other side of the screen,

Not here in a social media dream,

Go away, entertain yourself,

Go away and fuck yourself,

But do something productive.

 

No-one can hear you talking kid,

We’re all talking to ourselves,

We’re all talking about ourselves,

Don’t have time for anyone else,

I like your funny picture,

I glanced at it between rants,

I smiled at your meaningful meme,

On my way to my inbox…cynically

 

-Hmm no reply

 

I saw you posted music videos,

But I don’t know the band,

So, I won’t listen to it,

I won’t waste my time,

It’s not Ed Sheeran,

No-one can hear you talking mate,

No-one can hear you scream,

No-one cares when you’re cut up,

On the other side of the screen.

 

We can switch you off, report,

Block your updates,

We get to pick and choose the content,

We can edit conversations, delete our guilt,

We can deny everything,

Claim we missed your news,

No-one hears your heartbeat stop,

No-one here can hear a pin drop.

 

The chatter is too loud,

The news feed clouds the view,

No-one can hear you weeping babe,

No-one except you,

This is nothing personal,

We hope you understand,

We love you, but we just don’t care,

We just don’t care.

 

Count on That

I was not the enemy,

Yet I walked blindfold from the precipice,

As darkest dreaming smothered me,

I knew I couldn’t count on you.

 

Now, I wake from the blackout,

To admit my foolishness to you,

Feel I owe you an apology,

And a piece of my pain.

 

Sorry, never good enough,

For your shell-shocked heart,

And moral judgement,

As foolish as I am,

I knew I could count on that.

 

I was not the devil that tempted me,

I was not the reflection that cracked me,

I was not the darkness that took me,

I was not the faith that left me.

 

Sorry, never good enough,

For your blind anger,

But I don’t blame you,

For you were not there,

I knew, I could count on that.

Footprints in the Frost

Soft sentiments, poetic,

Heart-warming verses,

Neatly written by innocent hands,

On pristine pages of tidy notebooks,

No torn pages, no crumpled paper,

No dogeared corners, nor crossed out words,

No bend or break in the spine of the book,

With certainty, and self-assured peace of mind,

Soft sentiments, poetry,

Heart-warming verses,

They belong to a character, in a book,

I’ll never write.

 

Because I’m starving for words,

Shivering and shaking at the back of my rented home,

It’s winter at 4am,

Starlit in pinpricks of white,

Against a deep black sky,

Clear night,

The silver moon in full bloom,

Thick frost glistening, crunching underfoot,

A dog howls in a neighbouring yard,

My breath wheezes smoke rings,

That curl, drift, fade, soft into the cold air,

Like ghosts.

 

 

I wonder why I’m out here,

With you,

On a night like this where the currency of ink is all spent,

And the soul shrinks back into the landscape,

Unseen.

 

I admit you caught me out,

Whispering at solitude,

Screaming silently,

Cursing shadows,

Caught me-

 

Leaving footprints in the frost,

For you to follow,

-Before you dare lift your pen.