Widowed when you're 38
He said
That's my plan for you
Well all I can say to that
She said
Is seriously, fuck you
(Originally Posted 14.4.2019)
Multi Storey Car Parks
As I stand here I wonder…
Who would care, really?
Who would cry?
Who would be bothered to stop and ask why?
Should I? Shouldn’t I?
I couldn’t really go through with it though, could I?
Who would laugh?
Who would sigh?
Is it even possible from up this high?
And then I jump.
Without another care in the world,
or even so much as a goodbye.
(Originally Posted 17.06.2019)
Happy Things
I've tried to write about happy things
But the words don't seem to flow
Perhaps I've forgotten happy things
And sadness is all I know
(Originally Posted 03.04.2019)
Invisible Injuries
Death leaves
scars on the
hearts of
the living.
Unstitchable
wounds
destined to
irritate those
forced to
bear them,
forever.
(Originally Posted 13.5.2019)
Hard/Harder
Falling asleep is hard
Waking up is harder
Getting showered is hard
Putting on clothes is harder
Making breakfast is hard
Eating it is harder
Leaving the house is hard
Going home is harder
Crossing the road is hard
Looking both ways is harder
Listening to people is hard
Talking to people is harder
Smiling in general is hard
Laughing at jokes is harder
Living with you was hard
Living without you is harder
(Originally Posted 13.3.2019)
‘Thank You, But No…’
If this is how life is going to be
Then I wish to play no part.
I have neither the strength nor the desire
To risk another broken heart.
(Originally Posted 19.05.2019)
An Honour
I’ve never met anyone else
Who could spin a tale like you
Who tied people in knots with laughter
Who turned the air so cheekily blue
You were a master of your trade
The likes of which there’ll only ever be one
I’ll never forget your stories
Even now you’re gone
You’ll always be my hero
And a treasure to many more
I hope one day we’ll meet again
My Glaswegian raconteur
Xxx
100,162 People Dead
Plus the grief
Of their families
Too
You can shove
Your sorrys
Up your arse,
Boris
As this buck stops
With you
Cheats Never Prosper
If there’s one thing I’ve learned
It’s that you can’t skip the stages
Even if moving forward
Feels like it’s taking fucking ages
If you jump too far forward
You only fall further back
And all you do is store your pain
For further down the track
Recurring
The tears I cried
When you died
Will never fully dry
For with each day
Dawns a new array
Of pain I can’t deny
Xxx
Passing
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
Left Guessing
Time moves on
Yet I’m stood still
Fading away
Losing the will
As each second
Passes me by
I can’t forget
Or stop asking why
Beinn Eighe
My heart
belongs
to the
Highlands
Of
that
there
is no
doubt
I
pray
for
the
day
I
drive
all
that
way
And my
heart
just
gives
out
How Long Has It Been Now?
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?
🖤
Random #48
‘I thought that love would last forever:
I was wrong.’
Comforting
I don’t know what I’ll do
She said
When it’s time for you to go
You may never see me again
He said
But when I’m next to you
You’ll know
At The Bus Stop
A second coffin
Was wheeled out
Someone else
Had died
But then I saw
The robins land
So I stood
As my tears dried
Scotland The Brave (2.25pm)
That’s how you do it,
Boris
Our woman
Has had her say
Now how long
Will it take for you
To protect your people
In the same way?
Limbo Affects Lives (1pm)
Let us out
Or lock us in
It doesn’t matter
You’ll never win
For some won’t be told
What to do
You can talk and talk
‘Til your face is blue
But what would help
Is to make a decision
Perhaps then a plan
Would meet less derision
For every day you’re spending
Pissing about like a prick
Lives are needlessly ending
And some don’t give a shit
So come on Boris
Give the public what they want
Just do the job we all pay you for
You fucking fumbling cunt
Poles Apart
I still cry myself to sleep
Not that you’d know
You selfish creep
You think because
We all lost him
That we both feel the same
But you’ve really got
No fucking clue
How I live each day in pain
Hanging Around
I know it’s there
In the shed
Waiting for when
I choose death instead
Sown Up
I don’t feel better
I haven’t forgotten
I’ve just stopped telling you
How I feel
Clarity
In the time it took
To load the gun
He realised how
His demons won
I Can’t Bring You Back Though, Can I?
I can look at your photo
I can whisper your name
I can press your shirt
Against my face
But nothing feels the same
Off The Hook
I’ve worked it out
How all this will end
And you’ll be pleased to know
I won’t need you, my friend
Into The Wind
As my life passes me by
I lose the will to even try
So I raise my hands to the sky
And scream why me, you arsehole, why?
Ain’t Life Grand
We
only
really
reached
halfway
When
you
went
and
died
on me
Now
what
was
once
bright
is grey
As
I deal
with
life's
debris
Still
Thunder rolls
Lightning strikes
As grief still cuts me
Like a knife
Xxx
Moments
This is why
I’m still alive
To be here
In moments like this
When all the pieces
Fit together
For these few seconds of bliss
Xxx
Hallmark Verse
Rest in power
Rest in peace
For at least now
Your pain has ceased
Xxx
Tu Me Manques
I just wish you were still here.
That’s it.
No flowery language.
No poetic licence.
I just wish you hadn’t died.
Simple.
Xxx.
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