People
like me
can never
be lovedIt’s something we
won’t allowPeople
like me
can never
be lovedWe simply don’t
know how
The Night Shift
Is it
too late
to phone
in sick?
For life…
Aspirations
Off on
my travels
again
Hoping to
find some
peace
Perhaps I’ll
meet someone
new
And this
heartache will
cease
Sense (less)
I’m starting to forget.
Your face,
Your voice,
Your touch.
I don’t like it.
Apathy & Deception
How the
fuck am
I going
to get
through
today
when I
can’t even
open my
eyes?Why the
fuck am
I even
bothering
today
when
my life
is just
a myriad
of lies?
Guilty
I got lost
in his eyes
when he spoke to me
and, for a moment,
I wondered what
it would be like
to hold his hand.I’m sorry.
No Way Back
To carry
on living
is proving
too hardWith my mind
and my body
so irrevocably
scarred
Creaky Floorboards
Tonight is
the first time
I’ve felt real fear
Being
home alone
without you here
What if someone
breaks in during
the night?
Will I survive
now you’re not
here to fight?
The Jumble Sale
I rummage around inside my head as I search for what to say
But the silence means all you hear is that I don’t want you to stay
I rummage around inside my head as I look down to the floor
But the silence means all you hear is that I don’t love you anymore
What is painfully sad for both of us is that neither of these things are true
But this jumble sale of words in my head prevents me from being honest with you
A Long Forty Eight Hours
If you stare
at the same four walls
for long enough,
a fifth can start
to appear.Perhaps it’s then
you’re supposed to
realise that
the end is near.If you stare
at the same four walls
for long enough,
your mind can
start to bend.Perhaps it’s then
you’re supposed to
know it’s the
beginning of the end.
Life as a Relic
It’s like
I’m now
a museum
exhibitEveryone
is welcome
to stop
and stareBut there
is no
touching
allowed
Another Day, Another Hangover
I really
should
get out
of bedAnd do
something
less boring
instead
Our Waltz
My joy
is in your
weakness.
Your solace
is in my
pain.
Both
forever
destined,
To dance
together
in the rain.
Seven Pints In…
Drunk
Happy
Drunk
Sad
Fridays
are a
bitch
The Tempest
I don’t care for sun
I don’t care for rain
What I need is thunder
So that I can breathe again
The Drudgery
Another
day spent
trudging
through
the
sludge
of life
still
refusing
to budge
forever
trying to
avoid the
judgement
of those
who secretly
hold a
grudge
against me
Pretty Sure
I’ll look again,
if you like,
but I’m pretty
sure there’s none.
Fun, happiness,
joy, laughter,
I’m pretty sure
they’ve gone.
Careless
Waking up to find that,
once again,
I’ve lost my mind
at some point
during the night…
The Back of the Wardrobe
I foolishly
made a
mistake
today
I opened
the box
I’d hidden
away
Where the
memories of
my life
are kept
Along with
all the silent
tears I’ve
wept
No Air
It’s too hot to think
as I sit here on the brink
of yet another nervous breakdown…
Connections
It’s easier to connect with other artists these days than it is to any of my friends.
It’s because we understand how shit things are, I think, when the madness descends.
Not Today
No-one can shield me,
from this pain within.Nothing can soothe me,
now the rot has set in.
Week 34
You all think
I’ve forgotten,
but you
have no idea.
I could never
be that tasteless,
or so fucking
insincere.
The Trip
I’m done
with
this shithole
todayI’m packing
up and
running
awayFar
from where
the sun
can catch meAnd to where
the pleasure
of pain
distracts me
Rose Tinted Glasses
Sometimes a
wander down
memory lane
is no bad
thing
So long
as you can
remember
your way
back
The Knight
You would come charging in on your white horse
Thinking you’re going to save the world, of course
But you’ve got nothing to offer underneath all of that armour
You don’t fool me, you know, you little charmer
I Already Know
I already
know I’m
a piece
of shit
I don’t
need you
to remind
me of it
I already
know I’m
a bitter
old crone
I don’t need
you pointing
out that I’ll
forever be alone
I already
know my
cuts are
too deep
I don’t
need you
to watch
them weep
I already
know that
I’m dead
inside
I don’t need
you telling me
there’s nowhere
left to hide
Bonding
Admit it.
You hate this as much as I do.
It’s what keeps us together.
Hide & Seek
When I
think back
I realise
that I
lost myself
way before
I lost you
Photographs
A
camera
snaps a
memory
Of a
single
moment
in time
I’m glad
there’s not
that many
of us
My
one time
partner
in crime
I don’t want
anyone to
see our
photographs
Because
our
memories
are mine
Random #17
‘It’s never too late to be what you might have been’
– George Eliot
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