pirates-not-ninjas

John looked up from his decaf coffee, his thoughts full of worry and desperation. Opposite him, sat his son, a raging seventy years old he was now, but John saw him as the same eight year old that would run around his house with his older brother and sisters. John didn’t look around at the sounds of the hallway. The squeaking of gurney wheels, the footsteps of doctors bringing good news, bad news or in some cases, the worst news. John knew hospitals inside out, for Marie had been in them enough for him to of memorized every hallway, room and fire escape. He could hardly remember the first time he was in one, though he knew it was the bir

Keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times Roller coasters, holy rollers. I see you drifting on by, Not very easy on the eyes, No moustache for your disguise. Roller coasters, flying toasters, You see me walking on by. Oh how you wish that you could fly I answered; Don’t we all? Roller coasters, eatable coasters, I stare at your lazy eye. You’re looking at the moon. Don’t you know its just past noon. Roller coasters, brand new loafers, Your mum makes the worst pie. You see me strapped inside a box. Coz there aint no way I’m wearing crocs. Roller coasters, indie band posters, I thought you

He slammed the door, Stormed outta the room, he weren’t returning no more. The flowers lay damp in his hand, His mind began racing, he didn't understand. The rain made him cold, Full of regret he remembered what he was told. They thought she was scum, But he was sick of looking and longing for someone. He met her at the bar, Four drinks later he was sitting in her car. The couch led to the floor. She was bored and soon walked out that very same door. Left him lying on the floor, Dying for more. Searching for something, With this doubt in the back of your mind, That’s a something that you can't find. So b

If it didn't really matter, you wouldn't spend so much time thinking about it. If it wasn't so strange, it's definitly fiction. Everything to Everyone, or Something to Someone; you pick. Secrets never stay secrets for long. One day you'll find yours printed on a billboard and you'll realize it's not such a big deal anyway. Sometimes things will happen and no matter how much you dont want it to, it does; you just have to accept it. It gets even harder, waiting around for something magical to happen, when there's a massive doubt in the back of your head telling you it never will. We all strive for perfection, and miss by a longsho

Finger prints stained the dirty window from others touch who had it last. The outer was so thrilling, as darkness reflects more than light ever will. The scenery that was passing, the outside world spinning fast, one did not know it would not last, as tiny stones were rushing past. Though with true intentions, the stones did not stop, the Earth remained untroubled as if it were made of peace. The lights were bright to display all of the evening glow they recited so pleasantly, yet it was not all that was lit that night. The seats across and through were held to the floor by beings nonetheless. Their hard, blue cushioning an odd comfort to th

You said, one and only, only one. I said, forget me not, my lonely one. I’ll be gone but not forever, I’ll soon be home from this endeavour. So take my hand, for what’s undone. Hold it tight, for what’s begun. I’ll be home soon, with opening arms. With lover’s charms we’ll ignore all these alarms. Just sit and watch me break away, And to my dismay you may portray what my everyday is like, in grey. Tell me it didn’t happen, tell me it wasn’t real. I need to hear it, the feeling is surreal. But my heart’s not whole, I’ve lost control, There’s a hunger in my soul. You t

The beach was deserted. Not a soul insight. It was just me and my board. The wind was gushing through my hair like somebody had installed a massive air conditioner right out here on the sand. I headed towards the water, my feet leaving big imprints in the golden soil. I reached the water, the tide was out but I could still feel the end of the waves in the shallows. It was cold yet satisfying. I wandered into the deep, just enough to catch some waves. The first wave of the summer, riding the board floating on top of a tide, felt as good as rain in the middle of a hot summer day. I slipped. I toppled over my board and it came smashing down with

Countless times I have tried. To recollect all these scattered woes. To bunch them up and demolish of their meaning. Countless times I have cried. Overwhelmed by the heavy strain. These drops I feel, tears of rain. Since our first meeting, I found believing is not seeing. You showed me the light. With your bright eyes of sight. It begins to reinstate where you bring us now. Please don’t ever forget me. Always by my side, no need to ever hide. A smile I can’t describe. I look now, you’re not there. I have this feeling beyond description. I need you here. I need you dear. Please don’t ever forget me.

She likes celebrities. He likes the fakes and phonies. Her heart stayed in ’86. Back then he thought it’d never end up like this. The future. The future. We’re in it. We are it. She lies awake at night, wondering how to put up a fight. He tosses and turns in bed. The nightmares aren’t all in his head. Back in a time, where all you needed was nickels and cents. Latest fashion was flares, platforms and burning incense. He’s stuck with a dim president. She’s stuck with a prime minister twice as dense. She can’t see it through. He doesn’t know what to do. Stuck in a time where all is perplexing you. &#

They glint in the sun. Too special for anyone. They make my world go numb And tilt my heart over the edge (extended) My small fascination, Has lead to my frustration, Of this astonishing temptation. Starting to realize the real splendour. (extended) When I see a pair of green green eyes. I smile and let my joy arise. I might fall flat on my face. But you’re here now. And I get lost in your gaze. But you’re here now. Though it might just be a phase. If you’re wondering where my instinct’s from, I’d have to say my mum. Coz she’s obsessed with green eyes as well. (Mad guitar riff) You can’