Fancily Dressed

I’ve
often
been
tricked

In
my
life

But
rarely
ever
been
treated

So
it
shouldn’t
be

Any
wonder
really

Why
I always
sound so
defeated

Spitting Distance

We
could
have
had
it
all

She
said

But
now
we’re
left
with
nothing

Maybe
we’d
have
been
okay

He
said

If
you
weren’t
so fucking
cutting

All That Once Was

It
was so
much
better

When
you
were
here

Holding
you
close

Pulling
you
near

Now
all
that
once
was

Has
gone
away

I’m
left
here
alone

And
that’s
not
OK

Xxx

Troubled

Staying
up
late
again

Sitting
here
all
alone

Unable to
shake this
creeping
feeling

That
I really
should
have
known

Innards

Like a
bird

Trapped
in it’s
cage

I sing
of love
and
lament

Bleeding
introspective
rage

And
bitter
discontent

Purge

We’ll
both
carry
the
guilt,
of course

That’s
just
life
now
I guess

It’s
just
a shame

As
we’re
not to
blame

For
causing
this
fucking
mess

Move Over Tony Soprano

If we
went
down
to the
woods
today

There
would
be no
big
surprise

For
you
and
I know

With
just
one
blow

I’d
leave
you
bleeding
between
the eyes

Parting Ways

I
knew

He
said

In
the
end

That it
would
all come
to this

Well
I wish

She
said

That
you’d
told me

As
now my
heart’s
in bits

Zestless

Finally
dropping
into
bed

Knowing
I couldn’t
have done
any more

There’s
no point
setting
an alarm

As
there’s
nothing
to wake
up for

Random #34

‘When you say it’s gonna happen now

Well when exactly do you mean?

See I’ve already waited too long

And all my hope is gone…’

‘You Won’t Know Until You Try…’

Should
we
accidentally
meet

On that
busy,
bustling
street

Would
the birds
above us
tweet

As our
hearts
skip a
beat?

Or would I just blether on a whole heap of shite because I’m clinically depressed and unable to formulate a meaningful conversation with anyone of the opposite sex since my partner died so you just give up trying to listen and walk away thinking who the fuck was that lunatic and happily go about the rest of your life whilst I retreat back to my house wondering why the fuck I even bothered going out in the first fucking place?

Sleepless Nights

As
I lie
here
broken

And
thinking
of
you

I
wish
there
was a
way

To
hide
from
the
truth

But
I’ll
never
forget

What
we
went
through

All the
blood,
tears
and
sweat

We
lost
in that
room

The Auditions

One step

Two step

Three step

Four

Just

Keep

Walking

To

The

Door

Five step

Six step

Seven step

Eight

You

Will

Never

Be

My

Soul

Mate

Old News

Some
people
may
have
already

But
I can
never
forget

For
even
after
all
this
time

I’m
still
fucked
in the
head

The Other Irish Rover

I’m
sorry
I told
you
I love
you

He
said

I
just
did it
for
the
craic

There’s
no
need to
apologise

She
said

Just
don’t
expect
I’ll
say it
back

Annual Leave

A week
off work

What’s
the point

Drink
a beer

Smoke
a joint

That’s
nothing new

I do it
every day

It’s all
I have

Keeping my
demons at bay

0 – 15

I
wonder
what
you
think
of me

Now
you
know my
vulnerability

Do
you
care
for
what
you
see

Or
will
this
all end
predictably?

A Waste Of Money

Dearly
beloved

We
are
gathered
here
today

To
witness
this
couple’s
happiness

We
must
remember,
of course,

That
in a
year
they’ll be
divorced

And
we’ll
have
forgotten
all this
sappiness

Afflicted

Wandered
around
again
today

With
an all
consuming
sigh

Not
knowing
how to
live

Yet
too
afraid
to die

(Over) Sharing

Well
far
be it
for
little
old me

To
distract
you
from
your
reverie

But
I really
need
to make
you see

Before
I’ve
drowned
in my
misery

The Dead Of Night

The
dark
nights
are
drawing
in

And
there’s
some
comfort
in that

For
when
I finally
slink
away

They
won’t
know
I’m not
coming
back

Deciduous

If
only
you
could
come
back
to me

Like
the
leaves
that
grow
on the
cherry
tree

Standing
outside
our
house

You
can’t
know
how
happy
I’d
be

If
once
more
your
face
I could
see

Standing
outside
our
house

Just Passing By

Was it you

That was

The one

For me

But a future

Between us

I just

Could not see

I suppose

That now

None of that

Even matters

For you’ve

Moved on

While I’m left

In tatters

Janus

I know you better

Than I know myself

So please stop trying

To be someone else

Magnificent Bastards

To
all
those
men
out
there

You
know
who
you
are

Breaking
hearts
without
a care

Yet
kissing
better
the
scar

Do
you
think
you
could
just
reign
it in

And
be a
better
man?

For
you
might
be
okay

Living
your
life
that
way

But
I don’t
think
I can

Galaxies

If
I was
to decide

To
leave
this
place

It
would
still
be you

I’d
find

In
any
time or
space

It Takes All Sorts

Sometimes
I wish
I was
normal

But
then
I remember
nobody is

And how
thankful
I am
for that

Otherwise
life would
be boring
as shit

Blunt

I
wish
you
were
here
with
me

But
instead
I’m
all
alone

If
only
you
would
write
a letter

Or
call
me on
the
phone

It
would
be so
wonderful
to facetime

Or
if
you
texted
me
instead

But
I know
you
won’t
do any
of these

You
can’t

Because
you’re
dead

Deprived

I
honestly
don’t
remember

When
I last
felt
human
touch

And
as
time
goes
on

I’ve
started
to
feel

That
I actually
don’t
mind
too
much

Ruminating

Will
there be
someone
else
for me

Or
will
I forever
remain
bereft?

For
all I’ve
felt is
numb
you see

Ever
since
the day
you
left

Therapy?

No
matter
what
the
guidelines
say

Or
how
many
braincells
may be
lost

I’ll
slay
my
dragons
my way
thanks

And
live
with
whatever
the
cost

Swipe Left

Love
might
be in
the air

But
so is
COVID
19

We’re
living
in a
pandemic

You
prick

What
you’re
proposing
is obscene

A Genuine Request

I post here twice a day

Not knowing who will read

Is anyone even interested?

Do my words fulfill a need?

Is there humour in my blog?

Or do you just find it sad?

Do I come across as normal?

Or do you think I’m mad?

I’m interested in what you think

I’d really love to know

So without fear of recrimination

Please comment your thoughts below

Timerous Beasties

When
I picture
my
youth

I see
you
and
me

Sitting
beneath
that old
oak tree

You
reading
a book

My
head
on your
shoulder

Both
of us
hoping

The
other
is
bolder

False Gods

Will
it
always
be like
this

She
said

Don’t
I deserve
a reprieve?

That
all
depends
on the
book

He
said

In
which
you
choose
to believe

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