After all
The effort
I put in
You’d think
I’d learn
To enjoy it
But I know
Before long
I’ll start
To feel wronged
And then
I’ll just fucking
Destroy it
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
After all
The effort
I put in
You’d think
I’d learn
To enjoy it
But I know
Before long
I’ll start
To feel wronged
And then
I’ll just fucking
Destroy it
You keep saying
That it’s sorted
And everything’s
Under control
Yet all I can see
Is anxiety
As you fall deeper
Down the hole
I’m glad
It all
Was good
For you
And that
It worked
Out well
Now I
Will just
Stay here
Alone
Languishing
In hell
What do you do
When times get tough
And the love you have
Just isn’t enough
When you can’t see a way
Through all this stuff
And you’re both now stranded
In the rough
Having realised that
When all’s said and done
There is no such thing
As a hole in one
How much would it cost
He said
For everything combined
You might pay me for my body
She said
But you could never buy my mind
Money Talks
Don’t just fucking humour me
She said
Listen to what I’m saying
But my job is to indulge you
He said
Isn’t that why you’re paying?
(Originally Posted 02.02.2021)
An allegory for so much
This one
Love, life and death
Trying to capture that feeling
When you need to stop
And pause for breath
Keep The Engine Running
Shall
we go
ahead
and jump
He
asked
Now that
we’ve
come
this far?
I’m not
so sure,
anymore,
She
said
Let’s just
get back
in the
car
(Originally Posted 16.12.2019)
In for a penny
In for a pound
Isn’t that what they say?
Well all I know is
If there are no strings
Then I’ll be there without delay
Cocktails At Dawn
Come over here
Let’s have a taste
As it would be a shame
If this went to waste
(Originally Posted 16.12.2020)
Early this morning
Whilst stood on the street
The plumpest wee robin
Landed at my feet
It looked like she’d managed
To escape her cage
And that she was ready
To face winter’s rage
Unfathomable Cruelty
Only I
know why
the caged
bird sings
It’s because
some bastard
clipped it’s
wings
Yet as the
tears rise
and the
anger stings
The bird
knows it’s
just one of
those things
(Originally Posted 22.11.2019)
Here I am stuck
In this carriage again
Honestly,
I could scream
I’m forever trying
To reach the end
Yet I always run out
Of steam
‘Forever Delayed’
Brought
to a
standstill
By leaves
on the
line ahead
Yet
another
signal
point
failure
Oh how
I wish
I’d stayed
in bed
(Originally Posted 05.11.2019)
They sense my attempt
To avoid them, the pack,
So they change their course
Quick smart
For there’s nothing more appealing
Than an injured woman concealing
The stench
Of her bleeding heart
Prey
The
wolves
are on
their
hunt
again
I can
hear
them
whine
and
howl
They
are
already
stalking
me,
I know,
For
you’ve
told
them
where
to prowl
(Originally Posted 14.10.2019)
I’m not usually very good
With metaphors
But this one is pretty neat
Then I guess it would be
As it was conceived
While in the back seat of a Mini
Car Trouble
Nothing makes this better
Everything makes it worse
A body straining in first gear
But a mind stuck in reverse
(Originally Posted 28.09.2019)
Nothing prepares them
For what’s to come
The devastation
And then some
All I can say
As I watch them have fun
Is just be there for them
When they are done
Piercing
It looks
like this
situation
I may have
misjudged
As not
once did I
think it
would hurt
this much
(Originally Posted 09.09.2019)
No longer the main attraction
I have been consigned to the basement
As people couldn’t touch
They stopped looking as much
And so they wheeled out my replacement
Life as a Relic
It’s like
I’m now
a museum
exhibit
Everyone
is welcome
to stop
and stare
But there
is no
touching
allowed
(Originally Posted 27.07.2019)
What about our adventure
She said
When do we get to go
That was just a gesture
He said
I thought by now you’d know
Is this all I am to you
Just an object in a cage
Here only to be gawped at
Never allowed to engage
Well let me tell you something
That I know to be true
How from my prison I can see
The only animal here is you
We’ve got to move quickly
He said
Time is of the essence
Just go ahead without me
She said
I haven’t run since adolescence
You’re in the supermarket on a cold winters day.
You’re minding your own business, pushing your trolley and checking items off your list when your nose twitches at the smell of freshly baked bread. Tempted, you wander over to the bakery.
Your stomach grumbles as you peruse the counter. Your eyes widen as they drink in the glorious delights on offer. Loaves, rolls, buns, cakes, pastries, biscuits, tarts: each as tantalising as the next. After much internal deliberation you finally decide which one to buy.
A chocolate eclair.
You signal your selection to the assistant who hands you your prize in a cardboard box, neatly tied with ribbon. You carefully place the box at the far end of your trolley, safely stowed away from heavier household goods that might roll around and crush it.
You finish the rest of your shopping a little quicker now, somehow lighter of step, and stride with purpose to the checkout.
You hastily pack and pick up your shopping bags but you grip the box tightly in your hand, carrying it safely all the way out to your car.
You drive along with the box calling to you, provocatively, on the passenger seat. You glance over every few minutes, stretching out a protective hand and smiling in anticipation.
You get home and unpack your shopping whilst waiting, impatiently, for the kettle to boil. The box consumes your thoughts as you drum your fingers on the counter top, and your excitement continues to build.
You sit down in your favourite chair and make yourself comfortable. You tenderly untie the ribbon and lift the lid of the box. You lick your lips as your heart quickens and you finally take a bite of the glistening chocolate eclair.
You begin to realise, as you chew, that it doesn’t taste as good as you thought it would.
The cream is artificial and bland. The pastry is soggy and sticks to your cheeks. The chocolate is saccharine and hurts your teeth.
Disappointed, you put the remaining piece of the chocolate eclair back into the box, close the lid and re-tie the ribbon. You throw the box in the bin without a care in the world.
And that’s what love is like.
Being lured in by the chocolate eclair when, all along, you really should have picked the strawberry tart.
(Originally Posted 07.03.2019)
You have no heart
You have no soul
Just crawl back
Into whatever hole
You came from
And die, motherfucker, die
(Originally Posted 03.08.2019)
If we were to meet again
I’d simply walk on by
I’d turn my head away from you
Try not to catch your eye
For I could not do this again
Your loss has left me broken
No, I’d simply walk on by
With nary a word spoken
If
you
gave me
half a
chance
I’d
lead
us in
a merry
dance
And
with
just one
intense
glance
You’d be
powerless
to resist
my
advance
Let
me
out
She
said
You
can’t
keep me
here
I
think
you’ll
find we
can
He
said
The
law is
very
clear
Like
vultures
Eyeing up
the bones
Of those of us
who went before
Now rotting
on the stones
Is that
really
it
There’s
nothing
more?
She asks
while
falling
to the
floor
We’ve
drunk
it all
The
well
is dry
He
exclaims
with a
tear in
his eye
When
the
day
comes
for
you
to
find
me
Please
remember
to
lock
the
door
behind
me
I’ve
never
felt
relief
like it
To have
something
go right
despite it
looking like
it was
all over
Now I
must try
hard to
make it
count
For who
knows
when,
yet
again,
that debt
will mount
I really
can’t be
arsed today
Do I have
to leave
the house?
I promise
if you let
me stay
I’ll be
as quiet
as a mouse
I know
it’s
rotten
inside
Every
morning
I can
taste it
I’ll just
wait until
the nerve
has died
And then
then it
can be
extracted
I’ve been here before
I know this place so well
Seems I’ll never get up to heaven
From this far down in hell
I
don’t
mind
Leaving
your
bones
behind
But
I’ll
take
away
your
heart
For I
think
you’ll
find
Its
been a
while
since
I’ve
dined
On
meat
so
a la
carte
Only I
know why
the caged
bird singsIt’s because
some bastard
clipped it’s
wingsYet as the
tears rise
and the
anger stingsThe bird
knows it’s
just one of
those things
I’m
learning
more and
more, day
by day.
Going to
lectures,
finding
my way.
Knowing
when to
work and
when to
play
Hoping
you’ll
be there,
on my
Graduation
Day.
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