‘We twa hae paidl’d in the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin’ auld lang syne.’
– Robert Burns
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
‘We twa hae paidl’d in the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin’ auld lang syne.’
– Robert Burns
“May the best you’ve ever seen,
Be the worst you’ll ever see.
May the mouse ne’er leave your girnal,
Wi’ a tear drap in it’s e’e.
May your lum keep blithely reekin’,
Till ye’re auld enough to dee.
May you aye be just as happy,
As I’d like ye aye tae be.”
– Traditional Scottish Toast
“New year, new me”
Is that what you want me to say?
Well, I’m not pretending
I’ll get a happy ending
Just like any other Friday
It was nice of you to ask today
So I lied in reciprocation
It would’ve been unfair
To make you aware
Of my abject desolation
As the calendar page turns once more
We are granted our reprieve
Thank you so much Mariah
Now you can fucking leave
Take that whiny choirboy with you
And that dick who thinks he’s Elvis
Bing and Bowie can piss off too
With their ‘pa rum pum pum pum’ bullshit
We’re happy to wave you off John
Although your message is appreciated
Best take your mate Paul with you though
Before we have his keyboard castrated
It’s time to step out and away now Elton
With The Jacksons, Jonah and Chuck
And as for the ‘NYPD choir’
We couldn’t give less of a fuck
We’ll really only miss you George
Like we do nearly every day
So perhaps, this year, we could keep you
Instead of giving you away
I’m going to be happy today
She said
Push this sadness from my mind
I’ll give you half an hour
He said
And even then that’s being kind
It was only
When I stopped
Keeping the peace
With those around me
That I finally
Found my peace
Within
Although I sit here alone
Devoid of all mirth
I may well be full of wine
But I still know my worth
‘Make love your goal…’
I fucking hate Christmas
Just like Christmas hates me
Walking on eggshells all day
Faking smiles around a tree
I learned when I was five
Santa doesn’t deliver for free
That he prefers ‘good little girls’
And the one he favoured that year was me
As an adult I’ve tried to make it better
To erase him from my memory
But I still fucking hate Christmas
Just like Christmas hates me
‘Keep the change you filthy animal’
This is my favorite time of year
He said
With these scents of cinnamon and pine
As I endure the merriment of others
She said
I thank fuck for cheese and wine
What do you do?
I write poetry.
Pretty ones? With hearts and flowers?
No. The truth.
Time heals
Or so they say
Well, let me tell you
They fucking lie
Time does nothing
But march on
And you’re left
With no right to reply
I’m not proud of what I did
Nor am I happy with what I said
But if you had been kinder
And not some whiny fault finder
Then your eyes needn’t have bled
I’m sorry you think I’ve missed you
As I haven’t given one fuck
If you thought you mattered
And my life is shattered
Well then you’re shit out of luck
Who wants to live forever anyway?
It’s not all it’s cracked up to be
I’d rather have fun
Soaking in the sun
Than immortality
Absence
He said
Makes the heart grow fonder
And telling lies
She said
Makes your nose grow longer
‘And is evil just something you are?
Or something you do?’
“Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.”
– Carl Jung
They are all just scars,
Inked or otherwise.
4am
And my demons
Want revenge
Again
That thing
You were speaking of
Well, I think I’ve found it
Now I’m out of my head
And in your bed
I don’t think I’ll ever quit
What is more important
She said
Being kind or telling the truth
For if it’s the latter
Then I cannot flatter
And your ego I will not soothe
Robbed of what’s right
You certainly have been
Hard to believe
It’s not because of your skin
As corruption and greed
Handed your rival the win
With no case left to plead
You took it on the chin
You deserve better
“You’d have so much to offer
If you could just proffer
A kindly look their way”
—
“My mouth may be broken
But I do have a shot gun
So I’m sure I’ll be ok”
I suppose
You understand me now
Why I said
What was on my mind
Well don’t expect
Anything from me
As I’ll be paying you back
In kind
I know
You know
I like you
But I know
You don’t know
How much
‘Reach out and touch faith’
“I wish neither to possess nor to be possessed. I no longer covet ‘paradise’. More important, I no longer fear ‘hell’. The medicine for my suffering I had within me from the very beginning but I did not take it. My ailment came from within myself, but I did not observe it, until this moment. Now I see that I will never find the light unless, like the candle, I am my own fuel, consuming myself.”
– Bruce Lee
You find me here alone
Broken and desolate
With nothing to call my own
Except for beer and regret
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