Clickety-Clack

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

Gordonstoun

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

Just Kids

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

Never Again

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

Passing It On

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

The Rabble-Rouser

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

Trivial

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

At The Latest

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

Ann’s Summer

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)

Lifeless

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

The Creep

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

The Acolyte

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

Just One Of Those Things

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

Blood Money

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

Meeting As Kids

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

Fuzzy With Time

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

You Coming?

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

Believe Nothing

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/)

The Game

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

Fancy A Drink Sometime?

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

Misread

When you said

We’d never

Meet again

I didn’t think

You meant it

Had I known

My text

Would have

That effect

Then I never

Would have

Sent it

A Coping Mechanism

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

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