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

The Retort

Has it never occured to you

She said

Even after all this time

That maybe your mistrust

Fucked things up

And this is all your fault

Not mine?

Merciless

In amongst

All the bullshit

There’s one thing

That’s still true

I might scream and curse

And make matters worse

But I’ll never be a cunt

Like you

‘4 Real’

My poems are not

Very nice

Particularly warm,

Or fuzzy

But they do resonate

With those desolate

And who prefer their words

Bloody

What Came Before

I really am so sorry

She said

I should have told you

From the start

But I’ve been remiss

I’m not fit for this

Because of my broken heart

You don’t need to apologise

He said

I always knew

To take things slow

Out of respect

For you and your ex

I’m happy to go with the flow

Rewired

I used to be nice

I used to be kind

Then something happened

That changed my mind

Now I’m angry

Now I’m mean

With very little left

In-between

Enough Now

Anyone else

Sick of this shit

Just miserable and irked?

I don’t know about you

But feeling like I do

I’d rather be back at work

The Trainspotters

At the end

Of the platform

They huddle

Snapping a photo, or two

They enjoy

A wee kiss

And a cuddle

Before the next train passes through

Excess

What day even is it?

She said

As she opened the fridge door

I’ve got no idea

He said

But I can’t eat any more

The Boxing Day Swim

It’s funny how things turn out

She said

As she tugged on her costume straps

When I was here

Last year

She said

My mind had all but collapsed

I knew after I’d entered the water

She said

That there would be no doubt

As I had decided

Feeling like I did

Death was the only way out

But these last few months I have learned

She said

Through medication and therapy

Having survived that blip

A communal dip

Is now more than enough for me

Until Dinnertime

It’s never as bad

As you think it’ll be

All sitting around

The Christmas tree

As long as you have

A beer, or two

To dull the pain

And see you through

Top Of The List

What would you like

For Christmas he asked

His smile

A million miles wide

I just need the strength

To carry on

She wholeheartedly replied

From The Ashes

How did it come to be

He said

That you no longer care

Because I chose to live carefree

She said

And turned my back on despair

The Local Lothario

I couldn’t get a photo

She said

But I promise you, it’s true

She was there legs akimbo

Lips stuck to his like glue

I cannot quite believe it

She said

He just doesn’t seem the type

But now that you have seen it

Does it live up to the hype?

Let me put it this way

She said

From the look upon her face

I think it would be safe to say

He doesn’t get many complaints!

Age-Old

Do you know what I have learned

She said

In all my time here on this earth

Forget about the bridges you’ve burned

She said

And value your own self worth

Itchy Feet

It’s not that I don’t trust

The fortuitous hands of fate

But I would just prefer it

If I didn’t have to wait

Enough Of This Shit

As another day fills

Me with dread

Intrusive thoughts

Inside my head

I wish that I

Could stay in bed

And sleep

For a thousand years instead

Overcome

Most of the time

I do quite wells

Smile on my face

Everything swell

But when those tears

Decide to fall

The reality is

There’s fuck all

I can do

To save myself

From drowning

Both Ways

One million men

Could lay in my bed

But you’d still be the one

Stuck in my head

Even if I tried

A million women instead

I wouldn’t even be vaguely

Interested

As The Night Wears On

Turning up here

An armful of beer

The epitome of niceness

But the look on your face

As I call you a disgrace

Is absolutely fucking priceless

Anxiety

Here again

Home alone

Pacing, waiting

By the phone

Hoping to hear

That familiar tone

And to read our date

Has been postponed

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