It wasn’t written
In the stars
Or foretold through
Your wanky cards
It was just by chance
We met that day
And I wouldn’t have had it
Any other way
Xxx
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
It wasn’t written
In the stars
Or foretold through
Your wanky cards
It was just by chance
We met that day
And I wouldn’t have had it
Any other way
Xxx
After everything
Was said and done
And all those years
Had passed
I knew
I wasn’t
Your first love
But I was proud
To be your last
Xxx
With medications
To administer
And all those wounds
To dress
I think I said
Goodbye to you
Before you even left
Xxx
I stand at the window
Waiting to see you get off
But the bus whistles past
Without needing to stop
Because, of course,
You never got on
As I remember, with force,
That you are gone
Xxx
I wasn’t exactly
Born happy
Lacking, as I did,
In good cheer and mirth
And now all I can say
As I celebrate, today
Is that this shit’s only
Got worse
“The darkened space of The King’s Head downstairs room. Tuesday nights are set aside for poetry.
Every week they discussed the purpose of poetry in modern society, and every week they came to the same conclusion.
That poetry is enlightenment.
It’s questioning the norm, to try to find an understanding, to push forward ideas, to discover half truths, to open a forum for debate, to bring people together.”
– Sean Hughes
“And I wonder
When I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again”
I wrote this one
On a train
Making my way
Back home again
I remember she asked me
Why it was I cried
‘Because he’s dead’
I replied
The Removal Van
All
my dreams
are dead.
All that’s left
is this room
inside my head,
Where you
once lived.
I wish
you’d move
back in.
(Originally Posted 07.09.2019)
It takes me by surprise
Every year
If I can just yet through that day,
I think,
Then everthing will be ok
But it’s not
A Hard Week
Now that
the darkness
has descended
All my
happiness
has ended
Deep into
my soul
I have delved
And all
future plans
I have shelved
(Originally Posted 06.09.2019
I know it comes evey year
Yet I’m still no more prepared
As much as I try
I’m still left high and dry
With any chance to move on impaired
That Day
I’m scared
of what
that day
will bring,
As I
know it’s
approaching
fast.
Even if
it’s the
start of
my future,
There’s no
way of
forgetting
my past.
(Originally Posted 05.09.2019)
Three years on
From writing this
And that strength still eludes me
Don’t get me wrong
I can, at times, be strong
But my future still looks pretty gloomy
08.08
So it’s another birthday
And what a day it has been
If I’d have known last year
What I know now
I would have jacked it all in
But I suppose now it’s time
At this ripe old age
And much to my chagrin
To find a way of moving forward
And discover the strength within
(Originally Posted 09.08.2019)
A true story
This one is
From thirty eight years ago
We were on holiday
At Butlin’s that year
When I decided to take a stroll
I let go of
My mother’s hand
And wandered in a different direction
Off in search
Of sweets no doubt
Or some other such confection
I have no idea
How long I was gone
But at the time it felt like an age
Until I was found
By a kindly policeman
Who ended my little rampage
Next thing I remember
Was in the community centre
Being reunited with my mum
First she hugged me
And then she shook me
For making her so glum
But I’ll always treasure
My little endeavour
As it did teach me one thing
My independence
Was something to treasure
So I found it again when I turned eighteen
Childhood Memories
I got lost on my
eighth birthday.
Sometimes
I wonder
what would’ve
happened,
If I had never
been found.
(Originally Posted 08.08.2019)
A card left for me
On the pillow
Flowers and a bath bomb or two
I’ll buy them myself
Again this year
As there’s no way I can get them from you
Xxx
O Unhappy Day
I never
thought
you
wouldn’t
be here
today
It’s
still
hard to
accept
that you
went away
Perhaps
you’re
still
with me
here in
spirit
I just
wish
your
presence
was more
explicit
Xxx
(Originally Posted 08.08.2020)
Lockdown birthdays
Were no fun
Not for me
Or for anyone
This year I’ll make up
For being alone the last two
By spending the day
Having fun with you
That Time Of Year
Maybe
it’s
because
I can’t
be there
Or
perhaps
it’s
more
I just
don’t
care
For
now
that my
confidence
has
grown
I’ll
spend my
birthday
at home
alone
(Originally Posted 08.08.2020)
So you’re another year older, eh?
And yet you’re still a cunt
Aging it seems, sadly for you,
Changes nothing on that front
(Not Too) Many Happy Returns
Happy
Birthday
to you
I hope
you
have
fun
I didn’t
send you
a card
Because
you don’t
deserve
one
(Originally Posted 11.04.2020)
Are
you
sure
we're
done
here
He
said
You've
got
nothing
more to
say?
Other
than
shove
those
candles
up your
arse
She
said
Happy
fucking
birthday!
I’ll
tak a
dramTo
you
and
meAnd
for
him
as wellThat
makes
threeXxx
You
can
try
to
imagine
But
you
can
never
know
How
much
it
tore
me
apart
When
I had
to let
him go
Xxx
It
was
awful
to see
you
waste
awayNeither
of us
knowing
whyNow
my
only
hopeIs
you
are
smoking
dopeAt
that
great
gig in
the
skyXxx
Words
can
not
describe
the
hurtAs my
tears
fall
onto
your
shirtXxx
‘You reached for the secret too soon
You cried for the moon’
Xxx
Learn to fly in your mind
and fly freely for a lifetime
Xxx
Maybe
it’s
because
I can’t
be there
Or
perhaps
it’s
more
I just
don’t
care
For
now
that my
confidence
has
grown
I’ll
spend my
birthday
home
alone
Sorry
I’m
not
jumping
with
delightBut
I’d
prefer
to be
alone
tonight
Happy
Birthday
to you
I hope
you
have
fun
I didn’t
send you
a card
Because
you don’t
deserve
one
Yesterday
we
remembered
you.Together,
in this
city, just
us two.We laughed,
and smoked
and drank
too much beer.Both of us
wishing you
were still
fucking here.Xxx
I’m scared
of what
that day
will bring,
As I
know it’s
approaching
fast.
Even if
it’s the
start of
my future,
There’s no
way of
forgetting
my past.
So it’s another birthday
And what a day it has been
If I’d have known last year
What I know now
I would have jacked it all in
But I suppose now it’s time
At this ripe old age
And much to my chagrin
To find a way of moving forward
And discover the strength within
I got lost on my
eighth birthday.
Sometimes
I wonder
what would’ve
happened,
if I’d never
been found.
The older I get
The more I realise
I never wanted to be here
In the first place