Futile

Sometimes
I depress
myself

As these
thoughts
fill the
page

Why
am I
here

Wasting
everyone’s
time

Hoping
someone
will
engage

Self Esteem

There’s
nothing
more
disheartening

That
brings
such
misery
and
strife

To
find
I’m
much
more
captivating

On
the
page

Than
in
real
life

A Kind Man

A kind man once said to me

You can be anything you want to be

But it’s hard to believe that you could matter

In amongst all this chatter

A kind man once said to me

You can do anything you want to do

But it’s hard to believe that could be true

When you live your life as I do

A kind man once said to me

You can say whatever you want

But it’s hard to believe you could speak that way

When you’ve never felt that it’s okay

A kind man once said to me

You are capable of more than you think

But it’s hard to believe you could make that link

As your heart, once more, begins to sink

Talent(less)

I wish I could
take your plaudit

But I just write
what comes to me

My inability
to self edit

Laid bare for
all to see

Dear Reader

Sometimes
my words
are so
savage

I even
surprise
myself

It’s like
the page
I must
ravage

With no
care at
all for
yourself

Nobody’s Hero

Please
take no
notice
of me

For I’m
as fucked
as anyone
can be

So don’t
let what
I write
enthrall

As it
is just
words,
after all

Funny Guy

I like
it when
you laugh

He said

I wish
you’d do
it more

Just write
another
paragraph

She said

Then you’ll
really see
me roar

The Daily Mantra

Resist
that
urge

To
binge
and
purge

Put
the box
back
under
the bed

Before
the
demons
emerge

And
your
emotions
splurge

Find a
pen and
start
writing
instead

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

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

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

A Tad Uncouth

I could
never
write as
fancily

As
many
others
here do

I just don’t
have the
talent,
frankly

For much
more
than a
fuck you

Indelible

The words
I write
may well
be stark

For they
are made
to leave
their mark

Upon your
weak and
thready
heart

Forever

Poetry

Some pills
make it
better

Some
make it
worse

Sometimes
the only
solace

Resides
in written
verse