Are you sure
You had
“The time
Of your life”
Because,
Believe me,
Your face
Said otherwise
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Are you sure
You had
“The time
Of your life”
Because,
Believe me,
Your face
Said otherwise
You won’t find me
In the kitchen at parties
I’ll be in the library
Where my mind is
Lost in my own little world
Of infinite story books
And far, far away
From your disapproving looks
Bookworms
Solace
comes
swiftly
to
those
who
read
For
those
who
devour
words
are
freed
(Originally Posted 07.02.2020)
Who cares if I stayed in bed all day
Watching The World’s Strongest Man
I did it because I enjoy it
I did it because I can
Out With The Old…
At least yesterday
I missed your feast
It was always the part
I liked the least
Faking a smile
Whilst passing the peas
Thank fuck that now
I can eat in peace
(Originally Posted 02.01.2020)
An allegory for so much
This one
Love, life and death
Trying to capture that feeling
When you need to stop
And pause for breath
Keep The Engine Running
Shall
we go
ahead
and jump
He
asked
Now that
we’ve
come
this far?
I’m not
so sure,
anymore,
She
said
Let’s just
get back
in the
car
(Originally Posted 16.12.2019)
In for a penny
In for a pound
Isn’t that what they say?
Well all I know is
If there are no strings
Then I’ll be there without delay
Cocktails At Dawn
Come over here
Let’s have a taste
As it would be a shame
If this went to waste
(Originally Posted 16.12.2020)
Never again
Will I be forced
To visit someone else’s home
Even if that means
Living off chips and beans
And forever eating alone
Dinnertime
I’ll never
go back
there
again
They
can all
just get
to fuck
I’ve no
desire
to talk
to them
As with
my heart
they’ve
ran amuck
(Originally Posted 12.12.2019)
Lockdown birthdays
Were no fun
Not for me
Or for anyone
This year I’ll make up
For being alone the last two
By spending the day
Having fun with you
That Time Of Year
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
at home
alone
(Originally Posted 08.08.2020)
I often wonder
Reading back
Just who these people are
As their conversations
And confrontations
Make up some of my best work by far
Help Me
I never used to be like this
She said
I actually used to be brave
What was it that happened to you
He asked
So much so that you would cave
The world happened
She replied
But you wouldn’t understand
Why don’t you try me
He implored
As he reached for her hand
(Originally Posted 19.07.2019)
Isn’t it just amazing
What reading aloud can do
How through someone else’s voice
Your story can feel all the more true
I’m honoured you picked this piece, my friend,
And have given it life anew
I may well have written the words
But here the credit belongs to you
A huge thanks to Matt Snyder of https://aprolicicpotpourri.art/
https://anchor.fm/matt-david-snyder/embed/episodes/The-Bakery-Aisle-ev39s1 A short story about love by my favorite writer/collaborator friend from Northern Scotland, Little Charmer.
Short Story Saturday: The Bakery Aisle
This back and forth
Between us both
Has certainly served a purpose
But now we know
Our virtue exists
Merely on the surface
I
really
only
write
What
everyone
else is
thinking
I just
do what
comes
naturally
And
without
even
flinching
It’s
5.56am
already
And
what
do I
have
to
show
Nothing
but a
bleeding
nose
And
an
empty
bag
of
blow
I
scroll
through
your words
And
realise
mine don’t
compare
For
you all
write so
beautifully
Whereas
I splurge
without
a care
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
Drinking again.
Most likely until I’m sick.
You’d have thought,
By now,
That I’d had enough of this.