#4 The Bigamist

I’ll love you forever and ever

Until we’re both cold and blue

Just don’t worry

Your pretty little head

With who else I’ve said this to

#3 The Victim

If only you’d seen

What these eyes have seen

Perhaps then

You could understand

If it was you crying

As he lay dying

You’d know why I made

That demand

#2 The Thief

I really couldn’t give a fuck

If you say it’s yours or not

I will take whatever I want

And leave you here to rot

The Female Curse

Here you are

Late again

Never with joy

Always with pain

Maybe chocolate

Will keep me sane

Until the cramps

Begin to wane

Until then

I’ll make it plain

Do not heed

My addled brain

I’ll try my best

Focus to regain

And wash away

This human stain

Complex Needs

We can’t keep doing this

He said

Something has to change

I fear that our dynamic

She said

Is too hard to rearrange

Poets Of A Generation

I don’t understand why

He said

In this day and age

You’d go back to Floyd, Mac and Drake

To ignore the beauty

She said

Of those who’ve gone before

Would be a big mistake

It

You just have to learn to accept

She said

That it is whatever it is

Fuck whatever it was

He said

There must be more to it than this

In Beero Veritas

Who’d have thought

That we’d come to

Both half dead

And needing the loo

Perhaps we should

Have thought this through

Instead of getting drunk

And doing the do

Kissing Frogs

I sit here on the sofa

All alone

With the hope of love

Completely gone

Yet I dare to dream

That perhaps one day

My prince will come

To take the pain away

Distraction

Maybe I could see a friend

Or give them a call instead

It must be better than wrestling

With these demons in my head

Repercussions

That was the difference

Between me and you

I was willing to forgive

But you just turned the screw

I considered everyone

While you only cared for yourself

That’s why I’ve got everyone

And you have nothing left

Random #113

'What can I give Him,
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb,
If I were a Wise Man
I would do my part,—
Yet what I can I give Him,
Give my heart.'

– Christina Rossetti

Debating At Dawn

I don’t agree

With what you write

But I respect your right

To post it

Just don’t expect

That I won’t interject

Or in my own words

Oppose it

Six And Two Threes

Who was the worst

Me or you

Does it even matter

Who did what to who

Now we have both

Taken the fall

To still keep score

Really means fuck all

No Recriminations

You said

You didn’t want me

So I had no choice

But to move on

If you’d made it clear

How you held me dear

Then your feelings

I wouldn’t have forgone

Hard To Believe

When you find

It’s a struggle to cope

When it feels

Like you’ve lost all hope

Remember and try

To just hold on

For there will be

Better days to come

Settling

Do you still think of me, I wonder

Like I still think of you

Or ever since you moved away

Have your feelings gone astray

And now you just make do

Holding Grudges

You can bleat on
As much as you like

About how I should
Forget and forgive

But you know
As well as I do

That’ll never happen
As long as we both shall live

Small Talk

I can’t take any more of this

You’re really hurting my head

So please stop talking

And just start walking

Leaving me the fuck alone instead

Silent Communication

I know that you can see me

And what I’m trying to do

How I’m trying to make you jealous

To score more points than you

Yet I know it doesn’t matter

Just how much I boast

Or how many fun time photos

That I consistently post

As even from here it’s clear to see

You’re still far happier without me

‘Back To The Old House’

The hairdressers who first permed my hair

The record shop that’s no longer there

The place the first ring pierced my nose

The stall that sold those second hand clothes

The school that taught me how to grow

The man who showed me all I know

The pub I was in every Saturday night

The doorway where I held you tight

The café where I laughed and cried

The club where I danced eyes open wide

The hospital visit that left a scar

The venue where I lost my bra       

For all the hours spent here

Both good and bad

I know they were the best

I’ve ever had

Random #110

‘I don’t want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day

I don’t want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day…’

Random #109

“The only difference as compared with the old, outspoken slavery is this, that the worker of today seems to be free because he is not sold once for all, but piecemeal by the day, the week, the year, and because no one owner sells him to another, but he is forced to sell himself in this way instead, being the slave of no particular person, but of the whole property-holding class.”

– Friedrich Engels

The Urban Retreat

Now I love a landscaped garden

With plants and flowers sublime

I adore those hills and mountains

And each rugged, rocky climb

I hear the call of the deep blue sea

As I feel it’s power inside of me

But it’s only when I’m on this train

That I know I am coming home again

For within this rubble, dirt and dust

Live the people I can really trust

And I know that each and every time

I’m at my happiest in amongst the grime

Settle In

Tell me all about your life

He said

And what has happened to you

You’ll need to give me a minute

She said

To think all this shit through

Harsh Truths

I used to think

I was pale

And interesting

Now I realise

Not only

Could I do with a tan

I am actually

Just dull as fuck

A Pin In A Map

Do you think you’ll get away with it

He said

That you will succeed in your plan

I just know I have to try

She said

I need as much distance as I can

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