Well thank fuck for that
She said
As she walked away
With her empty head
Fair And Square
One
thousand
poems
And I am
finally
done
This
battle is
now over
And my
war has
been won
(Originally Posted 29.02.2020)
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Well thank fuck for that
She said
As she walked away
With her empty head
Fair And Square
One
thousand
poems
And I am
finally
done
This
battle is
now over
And my
war has
been won
(Originally Posted 29.02.2020)
‘I guess I should have let you win…’
I’d love to say
That things have changed
And I no longer feel
So hopeless
But the intervening time
Since writing this rhyme
Has been equally
As atrocious
Nothing
Nothing makes
me happy
Nothing makes
me smile
There’s nothing left
to look forward to
At least nothing that
feels worthwhile
(Originally Posted 28.12.2019)
“We are all born mad. Some remain so.”
– Samuel Beckett
It started off
Innocently enough
But the problem was
It worked
The desire then grew
And deep down I knew
How I’d forever quench
My thirst
‘Slash & Burn’
Skin somewhat healing
And yet I’m still reeling
As my heart slowly withers
Is there a more appealing
Way to cope with this feeling
Other than with a pair of scissors?
(Originally Posted 15.12.2020)
Sometimes I wonder
If I made it out alive
Or if I’m actually still dead
I mean I know
I put on a good show
But I’d rather just feel it instead
But Still Alive
Mired in madness
Subsumed in sadness
Buried here forever
Lost in blackness
(Originally Posted 12.12.2019)
Though it took a while
For me to smile
Still, it is artificial
Any feeling of mirth
For what it’s worth
Is purely superficial
Emotional Flux
The guilt
I feel
when
I smile
Consumes
my day
and night
Perhaps I
should
just wait
a while
Before
thinking
it’s alright
(Originally Posted 13.10.2019)
I will keep saying it
Until I am blue in the face
That I was effectively widowed
At thirty eight years old
Is an absolute fucking disgrace
Leaving
Now it’s
time
for me
leave
Please
don’t
make a
fuss
It’s not
the end
of the
world
It’s
just
the end
of us
(Originally Posted 08.10.2019)
‘Ain’t no angel going to to greet me
It’s just you and I my friend…’
“Life isn’t as serious as the mind makes it out to be”
– Eckhart Tolle
Now I don’t bother
With feelings at all
They wouldn’t get it
Even if I tried
No one cares
As it was my man,
Not theirs,
Who so unexpectedly died
Locked Away
As the
chasm
between
us
Continues
to grow
It gets
harder
and
harder
My
feelings
to show
Xxx
(Originally Posted 01.09.2020)
I’m not sure if I’m a masochist
Or just fittingly sentimental
But ever since that day
I haven’t put it away
Which surely can’t be coincidental
The Back of the Wardrobe
I foolishly
made a
mistake
today
I opened
the box
I’d hidden
away
Where the
memories of
our lives
are kept
Along with
all the
tears I’ve
wept
(Originally Posted 25.07.2019)
I can remember when I wrote this
Even though it was some time ago
I was lying in bed
Alone in my head
When that song came on the radio
I’d heard it many times before, of course
As it played through my headphones
But this time was different
As my tears fell quicker, and
I felt it in my bones
‘Silence Like A Cancer Grows…’
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
(Originally Posted 13.07.2020)
If I ever write
A book on grief
This will be
The only page
Grief 101
Just smile and nod
Even if what they say
Makes no fucking sense.
It’s better to be polite,
After all,
Than to punch people
In the face.
(Originally Posted 29.04.2019)
Don’t bother asking me
As I will only say no
I’m only drinking
To stop me thinking
So I’ll just buy my own
There is no substitution
For what we had
Looking for it again
Will only drive me mad
How about this
He said
For an interesting notion
Perhaps you’re not
Dead inside
But just allergic to emotion
I remember
That day
When my doubts
Fell away
And I walked on broken glass
Now with veins
Of ice
I wouldn’t
Think twice
About kicking your sorry ass
It’s the feel
The sizzle
The smell
The burn
The sweet release of everything
And owing nothing in return
Words don’t cut it
Anymore
So it’s back to the knives
Instead
I really thought
I was over this
But the trauma demon
Has to be fed
What a goal
What a man
Sometimes football makes you cry
Like nothing else can
All that time
I blamed myself
When you were the one who lied
You have no idea
How much I wish
It wasn’t him, but you, who died
You said
To me
You’d always
Be true
Yet it’s clear
That forever
Meant fuck all
To you
You will never beat me,
So please don’t even try.
I could choose to hurt you,
To really make you cry.
But I’m the better person,
Of that I have no doubt.
So just carry on with your bullshit,
Because you’ll never drive me out.
(Originally Posted 02.06.2019)
You spoke to me without being forced.
You said my full name, without being told what it was.
You looked at me.
I was happy just to see you.
Being in the same building as you again sent chills
down my spine and welled tears in my eyes.
I had recognised your presence and then let it go.
Like always.
But you took it further, this time.
You spoke to me without being forced.
You said my full name, without being told what it was.
You looked at me.
I could not believe what was happening.
My foolish response - 'Wow, you know my name' -
swirling in the air around us,
choking me with its embarrassment.
You smiled your vacant smile.
You muttered something and walked away.
Words cannot describe how I felt.
You spoke to me without being forced.
You said my full name, without being told what it was.
You looked at me.
It made it all seem worthwhile.
The years of following you. The years of obsession.
You spoke to me.
I had to get another drink and light a cigarette.
So, I noticed, did you.
When you spoke to me that second time,
I don't think I was present.
I had seen you walking in my direction,
but I had ceased to exist.
You said 'I see you all the time at parties,
but I never get a chance to talk to you'.
I drowned in the ecstasy of your words,
and further still when you said 'See you soon'.
Those three words gave me so much hope.
Hope I never had before.
Not even after the notes...
For the rest of the night I watched you, watching me.
At least I pretended not to watch you,
pretending not to watch me.
But I was so happy. Elated in fact.
You had spoken to me without being forced.
You said my full name without being told what it was.
You looked at me.
When you left the room, and I watched you go,
you didn't just take your pretty little head with you.
You took a piece of me too.
A piece of me that will be with you always,
and lost to me...
Forever.
For MR
(Originally Posted 03/03/2019)
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