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
Read Between The Lines
How
much
moreMust
I writeBefore
you
come to
save
me?How
much
moreMust
I fightBefore
you
run to
embrace
me?
Small Minds
One
day
I will
write
novelsAll
about
you
and
meOf
how
we left
those
hovelsAnd
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
Catharsis
I
really
only
write
What
everyone
else is
thinking
I just
do what
comes
naturally
And
without
even
flinching
Futile
Sometimes
I depress
myself
As these
thoughts
fill the
page
Why
am I
here
Wasting
everyone’s
time
Hoping
someone
will
engage
Vocabularians Of The World Unite
Vocabularians of the world unite
To put the wrongs of our world right
To give a voice to those too tired to fight
And into the darkness bring forth the light
Bottom Of The Class
I
scroll
through
your words
And
realise
mine don’t
compare
For
you all
write so
beautifully
Whereas
I splurge
without
a care
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
You’re Too Kind
Thirty
six
thousand
words
And
each
one of
them
shite
But now
I’ve
passed
one
thousand
followers
I
must
be doing
something
right
Please Bear With Me
I’m
sorry
I haven’t
been
around
As
much
as I’d
like
to be
But
lately
my life
has run
aground
And
your
words
won’t
go in,
You see
Brutal Is My Middle Name
And honest
Is my first
Don’t bother
Reading on
Without expecting
The worst
Broken English
The words come
In fits and starts
All broken parts
Of what I was
And all I’ll ever be
Now you’re gone
An Apathetic Author
It’s
hard to
write
it all
down
What
I’ve
been
feeling
inside
But now
is the
time to
start
again
For the
truth
I’ll no
longer
hide
Talent(less)
I wish I could
take your plauditBut I just write
what comes to meMy inability
to self editLaid bare for
all to see
Pen & Paper(less)
What
is the
point
in any
of this
In
trying
so hard
all this
time?
What
do I
hope to
achieve
anyway
By
writing
this
useless
rhyme?
