Did You Miss Me?

It’s hard

To know

What to say

Let alone

What to post

In fact

Never before

Have I been 

So sure

About giving

Up the ghost

Still Fucking Miserable

It’s about time

You reared

Your ugly head

I was panicked

Fearing

The worst

And yet soon

You’ll be wishing

I was still missing

As there’s no

Let-up

To my verse

Anonymously Happy

Do you think

It helps

He said

Writing these wry

Little observations

Well, I would 

Rather that

She said

Than suffer

Endless conversations

‘4 Real’

My poems are not

Very nice

Particularly warm,

Or fuzzy

But they do resonate

With those desolate

And who prefer their words

Bloody

Liberté d’Expression

I know that it must seem

She said

Like I’m arrogant and self centered

But that’s not it at all

She said

I just write how I feel uncensored

Onto Better Things

Back in the day

The words flowed freely

And I knew just what

To impart

But I’ve recently found

Since my new love’s in town

That for poems,

I’m no longer arsed

Showtime

Time to tell your truth

He said

To stand up and face the crowd

I’m not sure how I’ll cope

She said

Saying all this stuff out loud

One Series Too Many

It reads more like

You just couldn’t be arsed

Your ending, descending

Into abject farce

Perhaps next time

You’ll be less weak willed

With your writing, exciting

And us feeling fulfilled

A Reflection

Why are you so depressing

He said

Why are your words so dark

Because my life is fucking distressing

She said

And so, therefore’s, my art

Take My Advice

If you find my words too dreary
Then just scroll on, my dear
‘Cause if you are looking for cheery
There’s nothing for you here

Unworthy

It seems as if

You’ve missed me

And my morbid tales

Of woe

Yet how anyone

Could miss

This pretentious

Bullshit

I will never know

Normal Service Is Resumed

I just needed

A bit of a break

For both my heart

And my minds sake

But now I’m back

Make no mistake

As there are both knives to sharpen

And old coals to rake

“I’ll Probably Never See You Again…”

When I first started 
Posting here
I was struggling
To hold on
A deep sadness
Had engulfed me
And all
Of my hope
Was gone

My partner
Of nigh on
Twenty years
Had died
Just four months
Before
My heart
Was broken
And my life,
A token,
I was failing
To endure

Because, you see,
He'd been taken
From me
In the most horrific way
To witness
If you've never seen it
I can tell you,
With feeling,
Cancer's a cunt
Of an illness

So I began
To write again
As a way
To express
My emotions
Thinking,
At best,
I might get
Some rest
By recording
My rambling notions

I knew
From the start
Some readers
Would baulk
At the truths
That I'd lay bare
Suicidal thoughts
And self harm,
Of course,
All referenced
Without a care

But I had to be
Authentically me
And reflect
What I
Was feeling
Even though I knew
The words
I'd spew
May leave
More sensitive readers
Reeling

And yet here
I have found
Such a welcoming crowd
Who've helped me
Hugely
When times were tough
For their patience,
Kindness,
And understanding
I could never
Thank them
Enough

So if you find
From here on in
That I'm no longer posting
As often
Please know that you are,
In no small part,
The reason
I've started
To soften

And as for me
Well, I will see
If I can continue
To reduce
My pain
But I'll take
Some comfort
And feel
A little triumphant
Knowing,
At least,
I entertained

❤️

Lighter (Bonus Post)

Well thank fuck for that

She said

As she walked away

With her empty head


Fair And Square

One
thousand
poems

And I am
finally
done

This
battle is
now over

And my
war has
been won

(Originally Posted 29.02.2020)

Stark

Sometimes,

As a writer,

All that you can do

Is to drop

The flowery language

And just tell

The fucking truth


In Memoriam

There is nothing

Left to do

There isn’t anything

Else to say

I just really

Fucking miss him

Every single day

Xxx

(Originally Posted 25.02.2022)

Twelve Days And Counting…

As the end

Draws ever near

I have to say

I’m feeling the fear

What will I do

If I don’t write

What will I do

With all this spite?


Pens Down

Nothing lasts

Forever

You know

Not you

Not me

And certainly not my poetry

(Originally Posted 17.02.2021)

“But I’m A Pacifist…”

I don’t even know

Why I write this shit

I don’t even like guns

Not one bit


If Only…

“Is that a gun in your pocket,

Or are you just pleased to see me?”

Bang.

(Originally Posted 17.02.2020)

Making A Killing

Sometimes I read these and wonder

With all my insults and barbs

If I really have missed my calling

Writing alternative greetings cards


Black Letter Days

Are
you
sure
we’re
done
here

He
said

You’ve
got
nothing
more to
say?

Other
than
shove
those
candles
up your
arse

She
said

Oh, and
happy
birthday!

(Originally Posted 10.02.2021)

Crossed Wires

We put so much faith

In the words we use

When they’re so open

To misinterpretation

We quite often think

We all mean the same thing

When it’s actually just down

To perception


Meaningless

I
really
do love
you

She
said

I love
you
with
all my
heart

But
you
also
love
tomato
sauce

He
said

So
this
whole
thing’s
just a
farce

(Originally Posted 02.02.2020)

Blowing My Cover

You’ve thought about a book

He said

For quite a number of years

You’ve got to find a way

He said

To let go of your fears

I feel more confident now

She said

That it is something I could do

But really what still bothers me

She said

Is which name I should use


Self Help

Why
do you
write
these
poems

He
said

If
you’re
not
going
to show
everyone?

Because
these
words
are
my life

She
said

They
are
not
for
just
anyone

(Originally Posted 29.01.2020)

My Life’s Work

At least you

Can look away

When the misery

Ensues

But these aren’t just

Words to me

They are actually

My issues


Well, You Asked…

Although
I find
your
writing
talent
genuinely
quite
considerable

Reading
your
words
over
again
really
does just
make me
miserable

(Originally Posted 28.01.2020)

Self Soothing

As much as I love

That you read my words

And you praise them

Like you do

You have to know

As I deliver each blow

That I write more for me

Than you


Hecklers

Has
anyone
ever
told
you to
stop

He
said

With
these
bullshit
rhymes
you
spew

Oh
many,
many
times

She
said

And
I told
them
to piss
off
too

(Originally Posted 27.01.2021)

En Garde

I don’t often achieve perfection

But I think this is pretty much it

A healthy dose

Of what I feel the most

With just a little rapier-like wit


The Queen Bee

Oh, I’ll point many a finger

In order to right these wrongs

But for her I’ll reserve

The most passion and verve

And the sharpest of razor like tongues

(Originally Posted 26.01.2021)

The Flow

Most days the process is simple

Words flow as easy as the pain

But I feel so numb at times

That when it comes to rhymes

I doubt they will ever flow again


The Writer’s Anguish

I don’t
think
I have
anything
to say

Today

Perhaps
there
will be
more
sorrow

Tomorrow

So
I will
wait to
pick up
my pen

Then

For
I fear
I wouldn’t
even
know how

Now

(Originally Posted 25.01.2020)

Considered

I know when I

Use the word ‘cunt’

To some people it’s

An awful affront

So I’d never use it

As a simple diss

Instead I reserve it

For those who it fits


Leopards

Just
because
now

You
taunt
me from
afar

You’re
still
a cunt

And you
know
you are

(Originally Posted 24.01.2020)

Mightier Than Swords

A face you wouldn’t tire

Of thumping

With such a countenance

You’ve been cursed

But such a thing

Would be unbecoming

So instead

I’ll use my words


Pulling No Punches

Come for me again

My friend

And events will turn apace

Your head will spin

As that shit eating grin

Is wiped right off your face

(Originally Posted 18.01.2021)

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