Honesty At Year Three

So today marks the beginning

Of WordPress year three

Happy two year anniversary to me

Quite a lot has changed

Since that first post

Not least the number of people

Seemingly engrossed

In reading my innermost thoughts and feelings

Which I admit even now

I have a hard time believing

For there are far more talented writers here than me

Whose focus isn’t madness, sadness or profanity

Yet as I’ve looked back over posts of the past

I see my words gradually getting lighter

Perhaps this is due, in part,

To my life being that little bit brighter

So, I hear you ask, will my future posts just become asinine?

Well, I suppose, your guess is as good as mine

But one things for sure

You’ll still find me here beneath the armour

Writing, posting and chatting

As your ever grateful Little Charmer

Writer’s Block

I try to write but the words fail.

Sit, think, smoke, exhale.

As I reach for the coffee cup,

I wonder if my time is up.

Have I forgotten you,

Is that what this is?

The reason I can no longer write this shit?

Or could it be this depression is finally lifting?

Maybe the all encompassing darkness is shifting?

Perhaps after all this time my heart is mended.

And my love affair with words has ended.

(Originally Posted 11.08.2019)

@little.charmer.poetry

So I’ve opened up an Insta

After discussion with some friends

As not only am I interested

In the efforts others have invested

But also who might slide into my DM’s

😉

Words

It's only when you have nothing
That you realise words are everything

Words make your mind break
Words make your soul ache

Words incite you to roar
Words inspire you to soar

It's only when you have nothing
That you realise words are everything

I have nothing
But my words

(Originally Posted 16.03.2019)

 

Happy Things

I've tried to write about happy things

But the words don't seem to flow

Perhaps I've forgotten happy things

And sadness is all I know


(Originally Posted 03.04.2019)

Back To The Future

What do you do when there’s nothing left

When your darkest thoughts you’ve mined?

Perhaps a delve back into the past

For any gems you’ve left behind?

With my third year on WordPress approaching

I’m taking a look back inside my head

So apologies if you see what you’ve seen before

But it’ll be words I still need said

Finding Fault

All 
you
do

He
said

Is
whine
and
moan

I'm
surprised
anyone
reads
this
pish

Well,
perhaps
if you

She
said

Weren't
such a
prick

My
words
wouldn't
so easily
flourish


Cutting

I scythe these words

Across the page

To allow my pain to flow

I find it leaves

Much less of a scar

Than other ways I know

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

‘You In The Jesus Sandals’

“If I was to ever

Look for another muse

It wouldn’t be you

Who I would choose

For I’d much rather

Pick someone smart

With the open mind of a Liberal

But without the bleeding heart”

‘Want’

An artist for the ages

Your words leave me floored

What else is there to say?

Other than please, give me more

A Genuine Request

I post here twice a day

Not knowing who will read

Is anyone even interested?

Do my words fulfill a need?

Is there humour in my blog?

Or do you just find it sad?

Do I come across as normal?

Or do you think I’m mad?

I’m interested in what you think

I’d really love to know

So without fear of recrimination

Please comment your thoughts below

Only Joking

You’d
think it
would
take
some
effort

To
write
as
much
as
this

Well
please
don’t
think
me
arrogant

But
it’s
really
a piece
of piss

© Me

In
order
to keep
what is
rightfully
mine

There’s
no other
choice
but to
retire
online

Small Minds

One
day
I will
write
novels

All
about
you
and
me

Of
how
we left
those
hovels

And
found
our
sanctuary

Old Hat

You’ve
been
on my
mind
today

More
than
any
other
time

If only
it had
inspired
something
epic

And
not this
fucking
awful
rhyme

Dear Stevie

If we
could
meet

We’d
drink
a brew

And
maybe
share

A
laugh
or two

Yet we
would
know

At the
end of
the day

What
connects
us both

Is
life’s
decay

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