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
Confronting In More Ways Than One
The last time we met I was crazy
She said
But you’ll be pleased to know I’m better
We didn’t need to meet for this
He said
In fact I’d have preferred a letter
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
Not All Of Britain Is Great
After eighteen months
In one country
It’s good to breathe
The air of another
Even if this one
Is much harsher
And far too obsessed with colour
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
Always The Bridesmaid
If only you’d ask
I would say yes
My undying love
I would confess
Alas it seems
I must somehow
Bide my time
At least for now
At 2,000 Posts (2)
‘Oh no, I’ve said too much.
I haven’t said enough…’
– Michael Stipe
At 2,000 Posts (1)
‘The record shows
I took the blows
And did it my way’
– François / Revaux / Anka
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 