You
don’t
win
the
battleBut
it is
an
advanceOn
winning
the
war
Random #26
‘I think I’ve reached that point…’
Compulsory Appointments
I’ll
see
you
nowRoom
number
threeSo,
what’s
the
matterDon’t
fucking
ask me!
Across The Table
I love how you know,
To hold my hand,
Just by the croak in my voice.
I’m so grateful,
That you understand,
Just how much I need that choice.
Feeling that you’re there,
And how much you care,
Means everything you see.
But not forcing me to speak,
When you sense I’m weak,
Is why you’re the one for me.
‘How Soon Is Now?’
All
I
do
Is sit
and
wait
My
wretched
mind
Spilling
its
hate
My
decrepit
body
Heaving
its
last
A
bloated
reminder
Of good
times
past
G42
Was it really
The best of times?
Or was it just
The worst?
I’ve got nae idea, pal
Ma heid’s fuckin’ burst
Unremarkable
I know
I am no
expertBut I wish
you would
just admitThat your
claim to be
an introvertIs
absolute
bullshitYou’re
actually
just boringThat is
the truth
of itDevoid
of all
reasoningWith a
complete
lack of witYou say
you’re
introspectiveTo seem
like less of
a lame duckBut your
attempts are
ineffectiveAs you’re
simply dull
as fuck
One For The Road
I’m
starting
to feel
betterWith
each
round
that
passesAs my
sorrows
are
drownedBy now
empty
shot
glasses
Middle Class Wooing
Don’t
bother
picking
flowers
They
will just
make me
sneeze
If you
really
want to
impress me
Just
bring
a wheel
of cheese
For an
‘expensive’
bottle
of wine
And a
little
bit of
Brie
Is
really
all it
takes
To get
into
bed
with me
Gone Since September
Life gets a little easier
Day by day
As the worst of the heartache
Fades away
But the ostracism
That never ends
Although I’ve done all I can
To apologise and make amends
(Un) Fit For Human Consumption
It was
exactly
one
year
ago
today
That I
entered
into
this
WordPress
fray
Thank
you to
everyone
for bringing
me such
happiness
Despite
all
of my
unrelenting
crappiness
Fair And Square
One
thousand
poemsAnd I am
finally
doneThis
battle is
now overAnd my
war has
been won
Internal Monologue
What the fuck
is wrong with you?
Just cheer up
you miserable cunt
Your wallowing
is excruciating
And your self
pity an affront
You Vs Me
You
can
cry
All
you
want
But
it’s
your
fault
It’s
come
to
this
You’re
the
one
Who
led
me
on
And
it
was
you
Who
took
the
piss
In(sin)cerity
You say
you’ve
got it
roughWell I’m
calling
bullshitAs I’m
the one
doing
it toughYou
fucking
hypocrite
The Seventh Commandment
I wish
that
I could
tell you
more
But
I know
I am
not
allowed
For
our
moral
code
dictates
That
my
feelings
I must
enshroud
The Reckoning
If you
can’t
bear
to see
the hurt
you’ve
caused
Then
feel
free
to
look
away
For I
know
that
guilt
will
fuck
you up
And
you’ll
face
the
truth
one day
Resigned
No
longer
looking for
reasons
to liveRapidly
running
out of
fucks
to give
‘All Apologies’
One down,
A thousand to go.
This shit is harder
Than it looks,
You know.
Impure
When
you
close
your
eyes
at night
Please
don’t
think
of me
Just
pretend
I’m
someone
else
Footloose
and
fancy-
free
E(strange)d
You can say
what you wantBut you’re
still a cuntYour actions
I can’t forgiveFor I’ll bear
the bruntOf your
audacious stuntFor as long as
we both shall live
Recouperation
There’s
nothing
like
being
looked
after
By
those
who
love
you
the
most
There’s
nothing
more
nourishing
than
laughter
And
being
brought
rounds of
hot buttered
toast
Friends With Benefits
There
is no
wayThat
I can
shareFor
what
we haveIs
beyond
compare
The Other Side Of The Story
Seriously
What do you
want from me?
Why can’t you
just let me go?
Don’t you think
I’ve got enough
to deal with
Without your
tales of woe?
Somewhere In Madison County
With one
hand
pressed
against
the door
I try
to work
out who
I love
more
And in
that split
second
I decide
to stay
I throw
my one
chance at
happiness
away
‘… Such Sweet Sorrow’
Every
time
we
say
goodbye
I wish
that
you
would
stay
For
another
piece
of my
soul is
crushed
Every
time
you
walk
away
‘I Could Be Wrong / I Could Be Right…’
The
pressure is
on to find
meaning
In
this so
called life
of mine
But I
just can’t
help but
feeling
That it’s
a total
waste
of time
Misrepresentation
The old days
Were not good
Trust me
I remember
Bad Seed
I
wish
there
was a
way
I
could
make
you
see
That
good
boys
like
you
Aren’t
for
bad
girls
like me
You Should’ve Said
You’ve only
been given
what you
deservePunishment
for keeping
so much
in reserve
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