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)
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