Are you actually straight
He said
Or perhaps potentially gay
I’m just bi myself
She said
And far happier that way
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Are you actually straight
He said
Or perhaps potentially gay
I’m just bi myself
She said
And far happier that way
When you find
It’s a struggle to cope
When it feels
Like you’ve lost all hope
Remember and try
To just hold on
For there will be
Better days to come
Do you still think of me, I wonder
Like I still think of you
Or ever since you moved away
Have your feelings gone astray
And now you just make do
The last time we met I was crazy
She said
But you’ll be pleased to know I’m better
We didn’t need to meet for this
He said
In fact I’d have preferred a letter
You can bleat on
As much as you like
About how I should
Forget and forgive
But you know
As well as I do
That’ll never happen
As long as we both shall live
I can’t take any more of this
You’re really hurting my head
So please stop talking
And just start walking
Leaving me the fuck alone instead
I know that you can see me
And what I’m trying to do
How I’m trying to make you jealous
To score more points than you
Yet I know it doesn’t matter
Just how much I boast
Or how many fun time photos
That I consistently post
As even from here it’s clear to see
You’re still far happier without me
The hairdressers who first permed my hair
The record shop that’s no longer there
The place the first ring pierced my nose
The stall that sold those second hand clothes
The school that taught me how to grow
The man who showed me all I know
The pub I was in every Saturday night
The doorway where I held you tight
The café where I laughed and cried
The club where I danced eyes open wide
The hospital visit that left a scar
The venue where I lost my bra
For all the hours spent here
Both good and bad
I know they were the best
I’ve ever had
‘I don’t want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day
I don’t want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day…’
“The only difference as compared with the old, outspoken slavery is this, that the worker of today seems to be free because he is not sold once for all, but piecemeal by the day, the week, the year, and because no one owner sells him to another, but he is forced to sell himself in this way instead, being the slave of no particular person, but of the whole property-holding class.”
– Friedrich Engels
After eighteen months
In one country
It’s good to breathe
The air of another
Even if this one
Is much harsher
And far too obsessed with colour
Now I love a landscaped garden
With plants and flowers sublime
I adore those hills and mountains
And each rugged, rocky climb
I hear the call of the deep blue sea
As I feel it’s power inside of me
But it’s only when I’m on this train
That I know I am coming home again
For within this rubble, dirt and dust
Live the people I can really trust
And I know that each and every time
I’m at my happiest in amongst the grime
Tell me all about your life
He said
And what has happened to you
You’ll need to give me a minute
She said
To think all this shit through
I used to think
I was pale
And interesting
Now I realise
Not only
Could I do with a tan
I am actually
Just dull as fuck
Do you think you’ll get away with it
He said
That you will succeed in your plan
I just know I have to try
She said
I need as much distance as I can
If only you’d ask
I would say yes
My undying love
I would confess
Alas it seems
I must somehow
Bide my time
At least for now
‘Oh no, I’ve said too much.
I haven’t said enough…’
– Michael Stipe
‘The record shows
I took the blows
And did it my way’
– François / Revaux / Anka
I knew from the beginning
He said
Within you there was a spark
Writing is now a passion
She said
With misery my trademark
Well it’s the same room but everything is different…’
‘Memory only slumbers
It never dies’
– Unknown
There it goes
The last glimmer of humanity
Flushed down the bog
Along with my sanity
All that time
You never knew
How broken I was
Beneath the mask
And it wasn’t because
I didn’t tell you
You just never cared enough
To ask
You say you’re ever loving
Yet your cruelty holds no bounds
If you care as much
As they tell me
Then why do you make me frown
All is quiet
There’s no more debate
In the place of love
That lives beyond hate
With a click of a button
Just like that
It’s like you never even existed
All of those chats
Archived away
And any future contact, restricted
You’re OK
You know
Most days
You just get on
With things
Then suddenly
Out of nowhere
It hits you
At the foot
Of the stairs
And you weep
As you realise
Most days
Will never
Be the same
Again
You really should know by now
He said
You’ve been around for long enough
I guess I’m just an optimist
She said
And perhaps a tad out of touch
Did I really
Dodge that bullet
Or just hide
Behind you instead
I guess now
We’ll never know
As I’m alive
And you’re dead
I’m sorry I didn’t listen
He said
But I thought I knew it all
Now I’ll watch from the sidelines
She said
And cheer on your downfall
‘Best notify my next of kin
This wheel shall explode…’
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