Worth A Try

I’ll get up to eat

Some food today

As opposed to staying

In bed

Maybe then I’ll find

Ways to busy my mind

Instead of laying there

Like I’m dead

Another Kick In The Teeth

There was once a time

When I could go home

Shower

And wash myself clean

But now there’s no let up

No matter how hard I scrub

From the pain

My body has seen

Nightlife

Sneaking outside

For a cheeky cigarette

I catch your eye

And swiftly regret

That I said

I’d go home with him

Creeping back inside

And to the bar

I see you again

Peering from afar

And I know

That it’s sink or swim


It’s your hair at first

That grabs my attention

But when I see your face

I know my intention

Is to take you back 

To mine

And as I watch you again

When you walk back in

Standing at the bar

Ordering a drink

I know it’s just 

A matter of time

(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)

The Leap Year Dinner

I’m really looking forward to it

She said

I think we’ll have a good night

I think it’ll all depend

He said

On any home truths coming to light

Fucking Things Up

I didn’t mean

For you to leave

All I needed

Was a break

And now you’ve gone

All I do is dwell on

My unintentional

Mistake

‘Sing Me To Sleep’

I see you hold her

In your arms

And wonder if she’ll succunb

To your boyish charms

Because if it was me

That you cradled so tight

I’d want to stay there

All day and all night

Through Space And Time

If only there was a button 

That, when pressed, whisked you away

And you found yourself at the beginning

Of a different time and day

Then I would press that button 

And I would grab your hand 

And let that portal transport us

Both to the promised land

(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)

Ruing The Day

When you asked me

If I loved you

How I wish

That I’d said no

Then my being exploited

Could’ve been avoided

And this pain

I’d never have known

Pyrrhic Victories

Why even try

In the end

Why bother

To believe

There’s just

Disappointment

And a lack 

Of enjoyment

No matter what

We try to achieve

Freshers Week

As she wound her way

To the dancefloor

With a drink held tight

In each hand

I knew there and then

That we’d be friends

In ways no-one else

Would understand

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

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