At least I came
And I tried
“Let’s do this again”
She totally lied
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
At least I came
And I tried
“Let’s do this again”
She totally lied
We must catch up sometime
She said
I miss spending time with you
If that was all I had at home
She said
Then I would miss me too
I really am
Very sorry
I did not mean
To offend
But to look
Interested
In what you
Had suggested
I couldn’t be bothered
To pretend
Let’s make love tonight
He said
Until we reach
The heights of heaven
Just fucking stick it in
She said
I’ve got to be up
At seven
Perhaps I should climb
A mountain
Or sail off
On a round the cruise
Anything to relieve
This having to grieve
After all,
What have I got to lose?
‘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
(Originally Posted 27.02.2020)
With the cost of living rising
And my prospects going down
It may well be time
For me to leave
This tired old humdrum town
Overdrawn
Another
day
Another
dollar
Fuck
knows why
We even
bother
(Originally Posted 10.02.2020)
After spending seven hours today
Sitting on a train
As I lie here
I’m starting to fear
That I may never sleep again
The Sleeping Tablet
Thankfully,
tiredness
descends.
As upon
sleep,
sanity
depends.
(Originally Posted 30.09.2019)
I always
thought
being
with you
was hell
Seems
the boredom
of being
without you
is worse
Xxx
Poor
mePoor
mePour me
anotherI don’t
want to
go home(Originally Posted 10.05.2019)
Hi,
Sorry I’m late.
I didn’t want to come
And I already want to go home.
Where’s the booze..?
(Originally Posted 19.04.2019)
I
know
the
time is
coming
Although
I’m not
quite
there
yet
When
all
I’ll
feel is
hungover
And
full
of
fucking
regret
I’m
already
boredTurn
it
offOf
such
nonsenseI’ve
had
enough
If only
I could
feign
interest
Perhaps
we could
be friends
But in
fact you
bore me
witless
So I
pray this
conversation
ends
If life’s
a bitch
And then
you die
Then what’s
the fucking
point
Just flip
the switch
Let out
a sigh
And roll
another
joint
Sometimes
I
wonder,
Is
this all
there is?
Just
boredom,
emptiness
And your
endless
bullshit?
I couldn’t
think of
anything
nicer,
Than to be
somewhere
else
instead.
Far from
all the
anxiety
and pain,
And your
words
plaguing
my head.
It’s Friday night
And I’m here alone
In this house
We used to call home
There’s nothing left now
Just an empty shell
With me here alone
Living through hell
Well I
guess
there’s
nothing
else for it
Three hours
left wading
through
this
bullshit
Perhaps I
should
hand in
my notice
and quit
At least
then that
would be
the end
of it
If you stare
at the same four walls
for long enough,
a fifth can start
to appear.Perhaps it’s then
you’re supposed to
realise that
the end is near.If you stare
at the same four walls
for long enough,
your mind can
start to bend.Perhaps it’s then
you’re supposed to
know it’s the
beginning of the end.
Can I be arsed with this?
No.
Do I still have to go?
Yes.
Fuck.
Momentory conversations
With temporary people
Sharing fleeting emotions
Providing non-permanent relief
If only I
could pair
beautiful
imagery with
my words,
lilting melody
to my song,
revelatory
meaning to
my poetry…
Perhaps it
wouldn’t
bore the
shit out
of you
as much
to read it,
as it
does me to
write it.
Half laughing at some shit joke
Badly told by some prick you can't stand
One eye trained on the nearest exit
But too scared to take your hand
And run
It doesn’t matter how hard we try,
we still fuck it all up,
in the end.