The Symphony of The Deaf'There is no such thing as a true love story,' sighed the girl, 'There is only tragedy or farce.' Her friend looked up sceptically, 'You've been reading too much Shakespeare,' he said.'No...' she murmured, 'I've been watching too much of the real world.' The boy stood up, and began to pace, 'Reality is a lie, it's an overly used and neglected cliché of a half truth. To find the lovers you so clearly seek, you have to turn to something more obscure...' It was the girl's turn to look doubting, 'More obscure...?''More obscure,' pointed out the boy, 'But more true. Look at the sea and the sky, they have never been parted. Every day they mirror each other's emotions from speckled pink innocence to a bloody red lustfulness. The two of them are locked in a continual embrace... have you ever seen a more well suited couple?' 'And yet they have such spiteful, growling arguments,' the girl fiercely objected, 'The sea lashes out and abu
When Perfect Life Crumbles"You make me smile, oh you make so happy...."*She saw his wide eyes across the room. They were brown and shone with the glimmer of life. He grinned at her, and she felt compelled to smile back...*"When I first met you I didn't know what to do with myself...."*The street was crowded, but she could pick him out instantly amongst the bustling people. He was holding a large empty birdcage...*"And that time when you gave me that Victorian birdcage, at first I didn't understand why it was empty, but you explained it to me..."*He grinned at her, "I couldn't possibly trap a bird, could you? An empty cage is much prettier, it represents..."*"Freedom. It represents freedom. I think it was then that I realised I loved you. Remember how I kissed you? I remember...."* It wasn't long until wedding bells were crying out to the skies, the pair brought a house together, and a tabby cat. Love can sometimes be summed up in the simplest ways. *"It was perfect...
As If Nothing Could Be Stranger 'I have killed the one I love, as surely as if I'd placed a gun to her head and pulled the trigger.'The girl passing by stopped walking, and looked back to face the speaker, 'What did you say?' 'I have hurt the one I love, I betrayed her,' The speaker sighed, before turning to sit down on a nearby bench in the Church Yard, 'But you cannot begin to understand that.' Her eyebrows raised, 'Try me.'She found the boy's mournful words arrogant. After all, she too had broken a fair few hearts in her time. No human being is innocent of that crime.'Okay then,' He said, a crooked grin creeping onto his lips, 'I'll try you.'Quickly, the boy sprung to his feet, and grabbed the girl firmly by the hands. Her soul gasped, and against her will fear gripped her stomach. Of two things she was certain. One, she had never met this person before in her life, he was a perfect stranger. Secondly, this boy this man was much stronger than she could ever hop
A Sixpence On The TongueA sixpence for your troubles,Cold pennies on the tongue,Eight corpses lined in rows,The night has just begun.A blade pressed to soft skin,Metal kissing your throat,I press, you fall,Red rain on muddy pavement.In my pockets remorselessly lie,Eighteen silver watch chains,Complete with ticking face,And five filled silken purses,Covered in gaudy lace.And for each of these small riches,I repay you honestly in kind,With a sixpence on your sorry, cold tongue,Red, warm kisses,And, last of all, a satin blanket of the night.Stiff, cold, shapeless, mindless,What need have you for beauty?None.I should be mine and that is whyThe night has just begun.