remotehans

You take every inch I give With a pat on the back and a smack to the gut You listen patiently And ignore all but the facts I am not a person I am not even a number I am simply a category One of many, nothing special You call me flawless But I'm perfectly replaceable When I fall nothing will change A gap filled swiftly With no thought from you, apart from regret That I failed you, as I was always destined to You swallowed me whole Stripping me of all that was worthy Leaving me brittle and waiting For a chance to redeem myself Another opportunity to prove who I am But I am nothing now Only empty words Gestures followed thr

Used to feel it Like the sun beating down upon lazy eyes An under-appreciated glory of the time The feeling not truly registering Yet the warmth slowly blistered tender skin And somehow those days were ruined by haste Used to feel it Letting it set everything, fate fixed in certainty Choices sealed to the one and only Thoughts never resting upon true meanings Thoughts never questioning practicality, nor reality Those were the days to be dreaming Used to feel it And now living numbly, dreams differ Where has faith gone, leaving us behind Followers blind and lost because today there is no trust Finding you cannot choose without

Show me lonely And there is The turn of the world The tick of the clock Make it stop Show me the world And there it is Infinite blue Beyond comprehension Make it real You point to the horizon And it is nothing Words create, shape They take the turn, The lilt we decide A flat distant landscape Suddenly it's vibrant An expanse to be traversed Emotion welling - hope, excitement, Fear - feelings drawn near Everything is best above A land true and full of love Listen and look, do Just a glassy mirror image Cracked and cruel

did you dream, once upon a time, of a deep sleep or did you accept happily the status quo – it's always going to be that way right? No, let's start again this is life. breathe. this is a day like any other. this is a day hazier than the last. this day is one foot in front of the other. this day is slipping from your grasp, sloping into the distance. but life's a journey and this day is no different. breathe. everything passes. this week is tiresome. this week is stretched out before you, what will you do, and this week is the same as the last, lolling behind, what did you do? this week is passing you by, like no time at all and

there is a track into the valley 
in between the sweeping hills 
steep, the steps slant down
 stumbling, we climb down

 there is a track into the valley 
horizon unseen, with sun yet to dawn
 waiting at the bottom, surrounded, overwhelmed 
light will come,
 either glare so bright 
either faint in the rain
 there's no bow to tie it all up
 there's no destination
 just roving rocks
 highs and lows

the house is empty 
swallows in the loft 
the keys are heavy in my hand
 a weight that tugs it down

 warmth invades 
a party to uplift
 just friends stopping over 
music, footsteps; all fading

 scratches on the ceiling 
dreams that died 
desires ever waiting 
for someone to not pass by

touch my gaping lips, disbelief 
that gasp and they snap shut
 whispers heard only in the brain
 thoughts that surely should be ignored 
no logic to them, neither any in not speaking 

touch the air, the empty space
 press the button, long after the opportunity is gone 
a place that doesn't fit with what you want
 a want that doesn't fit with what you know
 and knowledge isn't power anymore 
- it cuts you down every day when you wake up and remember 

it's coming and you can't move 
what direction saves you?
 you can't tell, you can't predic

Never been one with willpower
 I didn't stop myself having what I wanted 
Not greedy but fulfilled, sated
 But I said no

 I said no and regretted it as I did so 
Regretted it every time I resisted
 Yet I still say no, still try to keep steady 
A pretense of normalcy as the cut digs in deeper 

People talk of strength admirably
 They don't talk of sacrifice and what it really means
 It doesn't mean anything if it's not hard to do 
You're not strong unless there's a duty to endure
 A pain that aches and eats you, ignored and stored
 Bottled u



There's a place I know, heard of only
 That I didn't think I'd ever go

 I have a home, crumbling and overgrown
 It stands still; I want to move on
 Lye staring at the stars on a cold night 
And not know where to next

 Is it the thrill to thrive on
 Is it the dream to die when lived 
Looking back to the windows cold
 Can't help me now, can't speak to the future 

 Where do I go, seeking warmth?
 Is a fire and adventure what I am made of
 Seeking no more than I might find
 We haven't started yet 
Is it the path to