"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
You need to get out more
She said
Get yourself back on the market
There’s no point in either
She said
As I doubt I’d be anyone’s target
Overlooked
What do you think
It would it take
For you
To notice me
Should I wear
A skimpy dress
Paint my lips
So readily?
Well all I have
Is my words
So I guess
That counts me out
As there’s nothing at all
About them
That suggests
I’d like to hangout
(Originally Posted 30.01.2021)
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And one pickled liver later
It’s a good job
That I didn’t stop
Or I’d never have put pen to paper
Drinking
I fear
I’ve had
one too
many
tonight
Perhaps
now isn’t
the time
my story
to write
(Originally Posted 18.10.2019)
I wouldn’t worry too much
He said
Not everything can be a hit
I’m still amazed that anything I write
She said
Doesn’t always turn out this shit
Old Hat
You’ve
been
on my
mind
today
More
than
any
other
time
If only
it had
inspired
something
epic
Rather
than this
fucking
awful
rhyme
(Originally Posted 21.08.2020)
Seventy three thousand words now
And I haven’t improved very much
It’s a good job those who read me
Aren’t ones too quick to judge
You’re Too Kind
Thirty
six
thousand
words
And
each
one of
them
shite
But now
I’ve
passed
one
thousand
followers
I
must
be doing
something
right
(Originally Posted 27.05.2020)
I used to think
You were the one
Now I’m just glad
That you’ve gone
If nothing else
She said
I had my dreams
…
You really are quite brilliant
They said
Perhaps you should write a book
I doubt anyone would buy it
She said
Knowing my fucking luck
I will no longer apologise
To you or anyone else
For the only person
I now need to please
Is my own fucking self
Different lives
Different choices
If only we had the confidence
To listen to those voices
Some
days
I am
acutely
awareThat
you
have
much
more
fun
than
meI
suppose
it’s
not
that
hard
to
believeGiven
my
penchant
for
misery
Maybe I’ll drink until I’m sick
Maybe I’ll dance like a prick
Maybe I’ll smoke ten to the dozen
Maybe I’ll put my head in the oven
Either way one thing is true
It’s got fuck all to do with you
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
A kind man once said to me
You can be anything you want to be
But it’s hard to believe that you could matter
In amongst all this chatter
A kind man once said to me
You can do anything you want to do
But it’s hard to believe that could be true
When you live your life as I do
A kind man once said to me
You can say whatever you want
But it’s hard to believe you could speak that way
When you’ve never felt that it’s okay
A kind man once said to me
You are capable of more than you think
But it’s hard to believe you could make that link
As your heart, once more, begins to sink
They
say
you
shouldn’t
write
when
drunk
But
what
else
will
help
deal
with
this
funk?
At
least
beer
allows
me to
release
that
valve
And my
heart,
somewhere
along
the
line,
to
salve
If only
I believed
you
Things
would be
so different
If only I
was who
you see
Life
could be
magnificent
When
change
is
thrust
upon you
It
really
makes
you
wonder
Can I
make
it to
pastures
new
Or
will I
just fail
and go
under?
The hordes gather outside your hotel window.
Laughing,
Joking,
Having fun.
You wish you had the guts to be more like them.
Prettier,
Funnier,
More confident.
Instead you’re sitting in here alone with the curtains drawn.
With nothing but your ‘I Hate People’ badge for company.
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 