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)

Gruesome

I’m a little surprised

I wrote this

As it’s quite lyrical

For me

That is, of course,

If you ignore

The creepy imagery


How Long Has It Been Now?

From this cold embittered heart

I just cannot be prised apart

Like a leech feasting on a wound

Oh, is there any hope for me

From the past to be set free

And to love again become more attuned?

🖤

(Originally Posted 17.01.2021)

(Maybe) Coming Soon

Having mulled this idea over

To a ridiculous degree

I have decided I will

A book of poetry fill

In twenty twenty three


To Publish Or Not To Publish…

You really are quite brilliant

They said

Perhaps you should write a book

I doubt anyone would buy it

She said

Knowing my fucking luck

(Originally Posted 16.01.2021)

Look Away Now

I don’t write

About nice things

Love and all that shit

If you want to read

About nice things

You won’t like this one bit


All That Matters

Not much of this is pretty

Very little here is smart

Quite often it is shitty

But it’s always from the heart

(Originally Posted 10.01.2021)

Ploughed

A family now

Torn apart

Proved fertile ground

For my art


Finding Fault

All
you
do

He
said

Is
whine
and
moan

I’m
surprised
anyone
reads
this
pish

Well,
maybe
if you

She
said

Weren’t
such a
prick

My
words
wouldn’t
so easily
flourish

(Originally Posted 10.01.2021)

2023

As I have beaten

My adversary

This will all end

In February


How Long?

How long
can you
go on
writing

When
your only
inspiration
is spite?

And now
you’ve had
to start
forgiving

So that
you can
sleep
at night

(Originally Posted 07.01.2020)

Maybe Next Year…

I know it’s only

One year on

But I’m still quite proud

Of this

Yet if I’ve had one thought

It’s that I should’ve sought

A better word

To rhyme with Elvis


Until Next Year…

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

(Originally Posted 29.12.2021)

Christmas Kudos

I’m neither little

Nor quite charming

In fact my words

Can be most alarming

But the friends I’ve made

In different ways

All serve to brighten

My darkest days

So thanks to you all

For reading my shit

It warms this dark heart

Just a little bit

(Originally Posted 25.12.2020)

“If You Didn’t Laugh You’d Cry”

Some people must think

My words are so bleak

That they no longer

Wish to scroll

But all I see

With poems like these

Is a humour

As black as coal


‘Mistletoe & Whine’

Just piss
off with your
Christmas shit

All this
Ho, Ho,
Fucking Ho…

Not
everyone
appreciates it

Some of us
are depressed,
you know

(Originally Posted 23.12.2019)

Apologies To The Author

I’d obviously been reading

A lot of Stevie Smith

So much so, it seems,

That I ripped her off a bit


Strong Currents

I’m all
at sea

But no one
sees me

Gesticulating
wildly

Against
the tide

(Originally Posted 21.12.2019)

In My Little Corner Of The Internet

Even when

I’m dead and gone

I know now my words

Will always live on


Indelible

The words
I write
may well
be stark

For they
are made
to leave
their mark

Upon your
weak and
thready
heart

Forever

(Originally Posted 12.12.2019)

Three Months Left

I cannot continue forever

In fact I’m nearly spent

But there will always others

Who will use this place to vent


‘Want’

An artist for the ages

Your words leave me floored

What else is there to say?

Other than please, give me more

(Originally Posted 25.10.2020)

Editing Is No Bad Thing

I only did this style

A handful of times

And reading back

I see why

As it seems

My particular

Stream of consciousness

Reveals nothing

But utter shite


Sick Of It All

I feel
so small
my skin
crawls
with the
itch of a
thousand
years
eyes
bawl
from the
pain
while
all the
time you
laugh
from
behind
the wall
ready to
hurl
your
next
curveball
my way

(Originally Posted 15.11.2019)

Plagiarism Begins At Home

This is an interpolation

Or is it just out and out theft

Either way we know

Without the modifications below

That my lines would be bereft


Something Old / Something New

I wandered lonely as a cloud

Screaming the words fuck you out loud

As, like the night, she walked in beauty

I wished someone would just come along and shoot me

As I, in the wood, took the road less travelled

I sat and cried as my mind unravelled

And as we talked between the rooms

I closed my eyes and succumbed to the fumes

(Originally Posted 29.10.2019)

In Essence

If anyone asked

About my rhymes

I would most likely show them this

It’s an apt expression

Of my abject depression

And defines my blog’s premise


Innards

Like a
bird

Trapped
in it’s
cage

I sing
of love
and
lament

Bleeding
both

Introspective
rage

And
embittered
discontent

(Originally Posted 28.10.2020)

Birds Of A Feather

It still amazes me

To this day

That you even read my rhymes

Don’t get me wrong, my friend

It pleases me no end

But I do worry about you, at times


Wonderland

It’s nice
to think
I matter

That what
I feel is
shared

But really
I’m as mad
as a hatter

Surely no one
else is this
impaired?

(Originally Posted 25.10.2019)

Nothing Left To Say

I am pretty sure

I’ll give up soon

When I find a moment

That is opportune

I’ll say goodbye

Just after nightfall

And put down my pen

Once and for all


Done In

There’s
only so
much I
can write

Before
I go
to sleep
tonight

My
eyes are
heavy and
overtired

My
heart is
weary and
overfired

(Originally Posted 22.10.2019)

Pot-Valiant

2,995 posts

And one pickled liver later

It’s a good job

That I didn’t stop

Or I’d never have put pen to paper


Drinking

I fear
I’ve had
one too
many
tonight

Perhaps
now isn’t
the time
my story
to write

(Originally Posted 18.10.2019)

I’m Fucked If I Know

I am guessing

From the title

That this one is about sex

Though I accept the fact

It is pretty abstract

So the truth may well be more complex


Bodies

When you push

And I pull

My head is silent

But my heart is full

(Originally Posted 10.10.2019)

There’s No Other Way

What’s the point

In dressing it up

And trying to be all poetic

Telling the truth

However uncouth

Will forever be my aesthetic


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
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

(Originally Posted 08.10.2020)

Twisted

I actually quite like this one

It makes me laugh each time I read it

Though I do wonder, sometimes,

If there’s enough in my rhymes

For other people to see it


Romeo & Juliet (Alternative Version)

When
you think
about it,
he said,
true love
never dies.

Oh great
she said,
here we go,
another
hapless
fuckwit
to despise.

(Originally Posted 02.10.2019)

Don’t Believe Everything You Read

I know it seems

Like I’m really evil

Always ranting and raving

And wishing ill on people

But, honestly, my poetry

Is just an outlet

I think you’d quite like me, actually,

If we ever met


Best Wishes

Enjoy
your
cake

You fat
fucking
snake

I hope
you
choke
and
die

Don’t
mind
me

As I
drink
my
tea

And
watch
the
world
go by

(Originally Posted 29.09.2020)

Waiting For Roadside Assistance

I’m not usually very good

With metaphors

But this one is pretty neat

Then I guess it would be

As it was conceived

While in the back seat of a Mini


Car Trouble

Nothing makes this better

Everything makes it worse

A body straining in first gear

But a mind stuck in reverse

(Originally Posted 28.09.2019)

Just Look Away

It’s not my fault

If you’re offended

By what I say or how I say it

It isn’t my job

To hide the truth

It’s my responsibility to display it


Sugar Coating

Don’t
want
the
truth?

Then
don’t
ask
me.

I
will
not
lie,

To
protect
your
sanity.

(Originally Posted 25.09.2019)

I Was Clever, Once

Betraying my classical education, perhaps,

With a title such as this

A throwback to those halcyon days

When it wasn’t all just shit and piss


Conversations With Hades

Tell him
this pill is
too bitter
to swallow

Tell him
we still
have time
to borrow

Tell him
I’ll never
cope with
the sorrow

Tell him if
he takes you
to expect
me tomorrow

(Originally Posted 21.09.2019)

Picked Apart

The title says it all

She said

There’s nothing else to know

Sometimes there’s no big mystery

She said

It is just my truth on show


Bleak As Fuck

I
told you
a lie
yesterday

I said
I felt better
and that
I’m okay

When the
actual truth
is I hope
and pray

That I
won’t live
another
day

(Originally Posted 19.09.2019)

I Haven’t Got It In Me

I doubt I’d manage a short story these days

Never mind anything more

Writing three or four lines

Is a struggle at times

So a novel seems too much to hope for


Small Minds

One
day
I will
write
novels

All
about
you
and
me

Of
how
we left
those
hovels

And
found
our
sanctuary

(Originally Posted 13.09.20)

Bien Sûr

Well you certainly seem happier

He said

This is the busiest I think you’ve been

I’ve always done my best work

She said

When fuelled by carbs and caffeine


Auberge de Lanouaille

You
should
use
this
time
to
think

He
said

About
what
it is
you
want

Only
if you
bring
me
coffee

She
said

And
a hot
buttered
croissant

(Originally Posted 05.09.2020)

Dull As Dishwater

It matters not

How I seem

Through these words

I’ve penned

For if we were to ever

Meet in person

You’d be disappointed

In the end


Telling Tales

Why don’t you
stay here
a while,
he said,
and have
a cup
of tea

But I don’t
understand,
she said,
why would
you want
to talk
to me?

You’ve got
a tale to
tell, he said,
and I’d
like to
find out
more

Well you’ll
be sad
to realise,
she said,
that I’m
nothing
but a bore

(Originally Posted 04.09.2019)

Did You Spot It?

I pride myself on my titles

They’re often better than the rhyme

And this one here,

I have to say,

Is a particular favorite of mine


… – – – …

I
NEED
YOU
MORE
THAN
EVER
BEFORE

I
SIMPLY
CANNOT
DO
THIS
ANY
MORE

(Originally Posted 31.08.2019)

Sticking To What I Know

Mostly I write poems

About depression, death and heartache

Yet sometimes I write poems, it seems,

Just for writing’s sake

This was one of those poems

Even now it doesn’t make much sense

Though I had just watched Braveheart (again)

If that’s any kind of defence


Masterplan

The
candle
grows
dimmer

As my
patience
wears
thinner

Whilst
I wait
for the
steel
to bolt

My
temper
a simmer

As
you
think
you’re
the
winner

Yet I
plan my
peasants’
revolt

(Originally Posted 25.08.2020)

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