1. Doraemon notepaper

    So in future you can burn through
    everything she ever touched,
    and by groping in the dark
    maybe you’ll find you’re one of us.

    To be certain that the end comes near
    will chill you to your bone,
    and you’ll never find an answer
    if you stay locked in your home.

    So sweet, so strangely folded
    over in despair;
    so beat, so broken,
    so never nearly there.

    Copyright Mark Manchester 2014

     
  2. Prices

    These are all the letters
    that would have you change your minds.
    When you think to stop
    and just relax, to idle and unwind.

    When you pass up on your vision,
    as you stand aside and sigh;
    when you hurt friends with tired words,
    you might as well be lost to time.

    You can still win all you want to win,
    still make the good times come.
    You can live a life that makes you glad,
    but first you have to hurt.


    Copyright Mark Manchester 2014

     
  3. Morphing

    Heavy heart,
    I know it, I feel sick;
    recognise what it is
    and understand what it ain’t.

    We are living under pressure,
    we’re like flat plasticine.
    All squashed and squeezed out,
    but at least you weren’t dried up.

    In which case you would have
    cracked by now.
    But you keep going,
    expecting something else to happen.

    Copyright Mark Manchester 2014

     
  4. Lost flipside

    There’s no story you have never loved,
    and there’s no party you never crashed.
    You’re nodding like a blank machine
    whose features never crack.

    There’s no place that you’ve never been to,
    and there’s no dirty thing you’ve never seen.
    You’re reading like a newspaper
    whose stories seem unreal.

    And you follow me part of the way,
    well you follow but you lead me astray.

    Addiction never seemed so appropriate
    but I might be hooked on you.
    I’m too clever to be caught in a net, you know
    but I might be hooked on you.


    Copyright Mark Manchester 2014

     
  5. Matters of taste

    A kind of liquorice feeling.
    Some sweetness but it’s not really sweet
    it sort of bites back and makes you feel ill, I’d say.
    Well maybe not exactly ill
    because it’s chewy and nice,
    like you need a little more
    even though you always think twice.
    They call it aniseed,
    and it’s a type of bitter-sweet;
    the food equivalent to you and me
    saying hi in the morning.

    Copyright Mark Manchester 2014

     
  6. Her echoes (11)

    Funny how quickly
    she has slipped out of view.
    Although the little thoughts occur,
    the phrases and the mannerisms.

    Saw her picture today,
    she was gazing at me in a Seoul tearoom.
    Content and pretty, we had a nice day.
    Funny how things change,
    but we can still be there any time.

    Copyright Mark Manchester 2014

     
  7. You are behind someone else’s page

     

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    .kniht uoy sa enola sa ton er’uoY

     

    Copyright Mark Manchester 2014

     
  8. As the time ticks on

    As if every heartbeat were a lie
    pieces of a pattern on a rock in mid July.
    Your eyes seems so real
    and your attitude is blunt.
    We do not understand each other,
    although I fear I understand enough.


    Copyright Mark Manchester 2014

     
  9. Trading off

    If only my lines weren’t so deep,
    I’d be cradling your sweet soul to sleep;
    but it’s clear as we are
    that to wish on a star
    would be folly so dark as to drown.

    If only my scars weren’t so harsh,
    I’d be easing your fears in the dark;
    but there’s no way to stop
    and the only way up
    is to let myself let you be down.


    Copyright Mark Manchester 2014

     
  10. You’re glowing

    I’m syncing between so many devices
    that my heart is in the crossfire
    between their temptations and their vices.

    I’m sinking with a loneliness so painful
    that it’s true and real cause may be
    the messages I’m sponging from the light.


    Copyright Mark Manchester 2014