“We are all born mad. Some remain so.”
– Samuel Beckett
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
“We are all born mad. Some remain so.”
– Samuel Beckett
I’ve never been one
For writing pretty
As you can probably tell
From this little ditty
Rhubarb
Searching
for
light
Raised
in
darkness
Our
numbers
grow
Despite
the
sparseness
(Originally Posted 22.11.2019)
Go well my friend
Into the night
Through the darkness
To find the light
The Trade Off
It’s with a heavy heart
And a mournful sigh
That the time has come
To say our goodbye
I’m eternally grateful
For all you have done
For you soothed my pain
And left me with none
(Originally Posted 20.09.2019)
I hope never again
To find myself
Walking along this path
I’ve been through such a lot
That I’m pretty much shot
So I doubt I would make it back
Depression (Part 2)
Eat until you’re sick
Snap until you bruise
Run until you’re limp
Drink a shit load of booze
Spend until you’re skint
Sleep until you’re sore
Cry until you’re empty
Sleep around like a whore
Shout until you’re hoarse
Cut until you bleed
Work until you drop
Smoke a shedload of weed
Lie until you’re spent
Smile until you’re alone
Write until you’re wrung
Forget all you’ve ever known
(Originally Posted 15.07.2019)
Come once more
Into the darkness
Where we fellow heathens dwell
We’ll speak of our ills
And contemplate our thrills
As we cast out our spell
End Credits
Is that
it now
She
said
Can we
go back?
As I want
nothing more
Than to fade
to black
(Originally Posted 26.04.2020)
It’s sad to think
I was on the brink
With thoughts so dark
Back then
At least now
I feel better, somehow
So won’t need that knife
Again
Cards On The Table
So this is
what it
amounts to
All I have
to show for
my life
Do you
know
I can’t
actually
be arsed
Please,
just pass me
the knife
(Originally Posted 26.03.2020)
It does not matter
What I am
It said
From the end of the bed
Just trust that I know
What’s for the best
And I won’t let you
Be misled
Standing here at midnight
On these old viking grounds
Not so much
In awe of the lights
But more the darkness
That surrounds
What do you do?
I write poetry.
Pretty ones? With hearts and flowers?
No. The truth.
“Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.”
– Carl Jung
I did love someone once
She was beautiful inside and out
The life and soul of the party
Her passion never in doubt
But one day she grew cold
And her light began to fade
So now I no longer love her
Because of who it was she betrayed
Once upon a time
When I was ill
I truly believed
That this was it
I couldn’t see
Anything else for me
But another day
Drowning in shit
But now life is better
I have found
And I can finally
See a plan
So it is time
To return that rope
As quickly
As I can
I’ll say
I felt better
In the end
But the honest truth
Is that
The only reason
I didn’t jump
That day
Is there’d be no one
To feed my cat
As night falls
So does my mood
And I can’t stop crying
Again
Pretending gets tiring
After a while
So in the end you stop
With no cylinders left firing
And an inibility to smile
It’s back up to that rooftop
I prefer the night
To the day
The world, on the whole, is quieter
This way
Life is hard
But so am I
That is why
Despite my efforts
I am yet to die
Today has
been like
scratching
a brick wall
I didn’t
see this
one coming
at all
Everything
I’ve done
has made me
feel worse
I cannot
shrug this
nightmarish
curse
It feels
ridiculously
melodramatic
to say
But I
really don’t
think there’s
another way
All that
appeals
to me now
is that rope
As finally
it seems I’ve
abandoned
all hope
(Originally Posted 21.08.2019)
The monster who lives
Under my bed
Whispers again
Why aren’t you dead
Berating me
For writing instead
When all the time
That rope’s still in the shed
I really
try my
best to
cope and
not just
sit around
and mope
but as
time moves
on I
know there’s
no hope
I can
forget the
past and
avoid the
rope that
silently
whispers my
name(Originally Posted 02.07.2019)
‘Choppy waters ahead, Captain, but I see dry land on the horizon’.
‘Drop anchor here then, Sailor, for I’d prefer to die in the storm’.
(Originally Posted 27.03.2019)
The darker nights
Are drawing in,
Not least those
In my heart.
I should stop
Drinking bathtub gin,
Now that would
Be a start.
(Originally Posted 09.04.2019)
Will there ever come a day
When I won’t feel so sad
What the hell did I do
That was so fucking bad
All I ever wanted
Was to live a life free from pain
And yet it seems I am destined
To walk forever in the rain
From this cold embittered heart
I just cannot be prised apart
Like a leech on an open wound
Oh, is there any hope for me
From the past to be set free
And to love again become more attuned?
🖤
I can
feel it
coming
onThat
darkness,
my old
friendI’ve not
got out
of bed
in daysAnd
don’t
know if
I will
again
I
shouldn’t
need to
tell you
againYou
must
already
knowI
don’t
want to
be here
anymorePlease
just
let me
go
The
dark
nights
are
drawing
in
And
there’s
some
comfort
in that
For
when
I finally
slink
away
They
won’t
know
I’m not
coming
back
I am
more
lonely
Than
anybody
knows
I
could
really
Use
a
friend
Before
this
darkness
Inside
me
grows
And
it
really
Is
the
end
Why is it
That blind eyes see
So much more
In you than me
Back here alone
In this room again
With the darkness
My old friend
Praying for someone
My wounds to tend
Ever hopeful
This pain will end
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