Charming Collaborations #9

Such a glorious way to hear

My rambling verses shine

Thanks to Matt for writing the chorus

And applying those ska vibes

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TO THE CURB I Wrote the chorus to this song but the verses are a string of poems from my favorite poet here on WordPress. The poet who uses the nom de plum “Little Charmer” is someone who I have collaborated with for a few years now. Check her out at Ramblings of a fragile…

To the curb (A Cento Song from the poetry of Little Charmer)…

Holding Hands

I didn’t mean

To lie to you

When I said

It would all be alright

I was just clinging

To the hope

That, one day,

It might

Safe Harbour

If

I ever

Need anything

You’re the one

I’ll always

Run to

The steadiest

Of ships

In a sea

Full of dicks

I’ll forever

Be grateful

For you

I’ll Never Forget

Fuck you

With your

“We didn’t know”

And “if we did we would’ve helped”

Yes,

Yes, you did

You knew

And you watched me struggle

Your hands

Wrapped

Around my neck

As you held me under

Face first

Keep It

I can’t

Be bothered

To work out

What’s mine

When it’s just 

Another

Waste

Of time

Like Torture

I couldn’t think

Of anything worse

Than having to endure

Yet another verse

Reading yours

Is always a pleasure

Yet writing mine

A painful endeavour

Too Complicated

I imagine

That

We should be

Because it’s fun

To think

Things through

Yet I know

With absolute

Certainty

That it

Could never

Be you

Tea & (a) Fruitcake

Why can’t it always be like this?

She said

So easy and carefree

Because you’re fucking nuts

He said

That’s clear for all to see

“Got A Light..?”

I had no need

To wait and see

Or let it grow

Over time

When we met

I knew

It had always

Been you

And you would, forever,

Be mine

Xxx

If Only She Knew

For everything

She taught me

I really would love

To thank her

But I will never

Speak her name

Without bitterness

And rancour

From The Doorway

I think

I’m falling

In love with you

Though I don’t

Even know

Your name

Maybe

One day

I’ll have the courage

To find a way to encourage

You to feel

The same

Either/Or

I could love you

Very much

Or I could love you

Not at all

Either way

I have to say

We would have

A fucking ball

Last Legs

I’m sorry

It’s not

Much fun

For you

Me being

Miserable

And depressed

But just know

I’m doing

The best

I can

With what

Little

I have left

Dead Giveaway

I know

It’s easier

To think

I’m joking

That’s why

I use

That tone

Of voice

But you’ll

Soon see

I just

Wasn’t

Coping

And that

This

Was always

My choice

Opening Up

I just don’t think I can

She said

Because of what happened

To me

We don’t have to do anything

He said

Other than sit here

And breathe

Getting Older

Isn’t this the part

He said

Where we sing, dance,

And make merry?

I’m not really sure

She said

That fun isn’t just

A red herring

Back To Work Again

I’ve already reverted

Back to type

The switch

Has now

Been flicked

Normal business

Is, once more,

Asserted

With all

The boxes

Ticked

Backstabbed

I thought

That out

Of everyone

You at least

Would have

My back

And yet

It seems

When you get

The means

You go

All-out attack

Left On Read

I missed you

So much today

It really

Fucking hurt

I wish

I could call

To say sorry

For it all

And that it would actually

Fucking work

Staying Put

Life seems so simple here

I wish that I could stay

Breathe fresh air

Without a care

As my anxiety floats away

And yet, I know,

To reality

I must very soon return

Leaving behind

My peace of mind

In exchange

For misery and concern

An Unfamiliar Shell

It doesn’t look

Like my body

It doesn’t feel

Like my skin

Beauty may come

From somewhere

But it’s certainly not

From within

Never In A Million Years

I know

You think

I’m better

She said

That I’ve spent

All these years

Healing

But just because

I don’t

Say his name

She said

Doesn’t mean

I’ve forgotten

A thing

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