12:46.

"Eyes red and watery, time reads 12:46,
Tomorrow's arrived and time continues to tick.
I sit in the dark alone, shame I missed Earth Hour,
Too lazy to sleep, or hop in the shower.
Maybe I should write something but I can't think of what,
Nothing to speak of as I lay here and squat.
Inspiration there's none, to paint in my mind,
I speak to my shadow, but he too is blind.
I listen to the fan my computer provides,
But it only sounds like he too is empty inside.
I am too tired,
So again I glaze at the time,
Realising I have just written a rhyme.
Written and published by 12:54,
I better asleep as I my thoughts say no more."

The Warrior.

"All he wanted to be was someone accepted,

To cease the embarrassment of being rejected,

So he injected, a shot of bravery.

Stepped out more he did, to find who he was looking for,

The journey left cuts and scars but he found something more,

Someone not something, who was perfect for him.

He fought hard on his steed, not pessimisticly but joyous,

Luck was by his sword and he reigned victorious,

He stood notorious, and now he is king.

...but it still stings, the cuts of the past,

they'll always last, so this he still sings.."

Speakerbox.

"Something's wrong with my speakerbox,
I think it's broken.
I listen for any sound that it makes,
There's nothing spoken.
Don't think I can get it replaced,
Not worth a token.
'Cause what this speaker used to play was my heartbeat,
'Wish i was jokin'.."

Pins and Needles.

"I just got a piercing today,
The small needle, felt like a knife.
It stung, it hurt, yeah you guessed it right,
You pierced my heart, when you walked out my life."