You should just relax
They say
And take it
All in your stride
But those people
Have no idea
How anxiety
Eats your insides
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
You should just relax
They say
And take it
All in your stride
But those people
Have no idea
How anxiety
Eats your insides
If you just expect
That I’ll acquiesce
Then there’s no way this
Will ever progress
You’d think I’d know
This route by now
As I’ve travelled it
So many times
Yet I always see
Something new to me
As I traverse
These railway lines
I felt sorry for him
The boy on the train
Said he’d ran away
From school again
Told me his parents
Just didn’t care
There was nothing,
But misery,
For him there
I really don’t mean to be harsh
Or in any way uncouth
But there’s nothing
More fucking annoying
Than the innocence of youth
On this, the day, for Valentine’s
I can’t help but feel
I’ve lost my mind
For there is no peace
That I can find
Now my heart is dead
And my eyes are blind
Sitting here
In our chair
Remembering how
You’d stroke my hair
And tell me
That you love me
I look back now
On that day and laugh
As I picture me cutting
Myself in half
Trying to please
You and your friends
Desperate, somehow
To make amends
But now I know
It wasn’t down to me
And I’ve got myself better
Mentally
So I think of that time
With a grin
Knowing it’s your turn to feel
That beast within
We want to thank you
For all you do
When you stand up
For what is right
When we hear you speak
And give your critique
We can feel
Our passion ignite
Please stop talking
Or I’m out the door
I cannot listen
To you any more
I just can’t seem
To complete a task
However big,
Or small
I guess what once meant
Everything to me
Now means nothing
At all
It’s brilliant that you came
She said
Now just relax
And enjoy yourself
Oh, I’ll certainly try
She said
Knowing she’d be out of there
By twelve
As she eyed it up
She wondered
If she could connect
With such a machine
You should put that back
Advised her friend
As you don’t know
Where it’s been
(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)
Where is your commitment
He said
Your passion and desire?
It all left when he did
She said
Now there’s nothing
That stokes the fire
I know you think
You’re special
She said
I know you think
You’re smart
Strutting your stuff
About the place
Like you’re some work of art
But trust me when I say
She said
That’s not what we all see
In fact in the office
The only hot topic
Is what a twat
You appear to be
As he followed her
She panicked
Is this my time to die?
I wonder what I’ll have for tea
He thought
As he just strolled on by
(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)
If only you
Were here to ask
To make up for the brains
I sorely lack
Then I’d still be here
Your avid learner
Taking it all in
Without a murmur
I know we’re not together
He said
And we never will be again
But I still care for you
He said
And want us to be friends
I wish we could go back
She said
To before you went away
But I can’t just forgive or forget
She said
You hurt me too much that day
I can’t take it
She said
It doesn’t feel right
I’m really not proud
Of what I did
That night
You’ve no need to feel bad
He said
Or have any regrets
Just enjoy your freedom
As you’ve paid off
Your debts
So what is it
You’re saying?
He said
You want to pack up
And get rid?
It’s not that I don’t
Love you now
She said
It’s that I’m not sure
I ever did
I’ve no
Doubt that
What has
Happened
To put
You in
This position
Is down
To your
Incessant
Stupidity
And of
Your own
Volition
If it’s
So fucking easy
Then go out
And get your own
You be all bright
And breezy
And see what kindness
You’re shown
Imprint those times
On your mind
As it won’t be long
Before you find
What you remember
When they’re dead
Is the all pointless
Shit instead
If only I looked
And felt okay
Then I’d be there
Without delay
But as it is
It’s been a pretty bad day
So I’ll stay in and wish
My life away
Now those old gods
Have disappeared
And it seems mere mortals
Are now revered
I can’t help but wonder
If all such crooks
Shouldn’t too be confined
To story books
(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog/)
With his winning charm
And heart of valour
He led her home
Where he knew he’d have her
With her flowing hair
And knowing grin
She followed him home
Where she knew she’d win
I asked him once
Why he’d tried
Because you looked nice
He replied
To which I said
Well, I’m glad you did
As left to me
I’d’ve ran and hid
The problem
With hiding
Is finding
Myself
If I tell you
That I’m through
Then you don’t need to protect me
But if I say
That I’m ok
Then you really do need to worry
“You smile and I am lost for a lifetime…”
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