“What you really want is someone you can hang around with on a Sunday afternoon and watch a TV show with, and do nothing, and feel like it’s the most fun ever.”
– Aziz Ansari
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
“What you really want is someone you can hang around with on a Sunday afternoon and watch a TV show with, and do nothing, and feel like it’s the most fun ever.”
– Aziz Ansari
If anyone asked
About my rhymes
I would most likely show them this
It’s an apt expression
Of my abject depression
And defines my blog’s premise
Innards
Like a
bird
Trapped
in it’s
cage
I sing
of love
and
lament
Bleeding
both
Introspective
rage
And
embittered
discontent
(Originally Posted 28.10.2020)
“People think that I’m sort of okay, you know, like I’m getting on with it. I’m snarky now and again and that this is the lapse – but it’s not. This is me all the time now.
Everything else is the fun, you know.
I’m not well, but I remember what it was like to be normal so I do an impression of that. But this is what I really am. And I want to be normal again. But I’m weak, you know.”
– Tony
All those little things
That you think matter
Mean literally nothing
When your heart is shattered
Flowers
You never
once
bought
me flowers
Which used
to make
me mad
Now I don’t
give a fuck
about any
of that stuff
I just
want you
back
(Originally Posted 20.10.2019)
If you’ve ever planned a funeral
Then I’m sure you’ll relate to this
It’s easy not to crack
When focused on the task
But when it’s done, you fall to shit
Keeping Busy
It’s been
a busy
few days
In
many
ways
But now all
my tasks are
completed
So with
nothing
left to do
I’ll soon
be thinking
of you
And how
I’ve been left
feeling cheated
(Originally Posted 17.10.2019)
‘So I’ve made my mind up
I must live my life alone
And though it’s not the easy way
I guess I’ve always known
I’d say goodbye to love…’
I would be lying
If, after he lay dying,
I said I returned all of his medication
That I didn’t at least keep some
To peruse and choose from
In any future difficult situation
Well, in fact, I did
And with how many I hid
I could have force fed the nation
So, dead behind the eyes,
Full of prescribed pills and otherwise
I fulfilled each and every obligation
Acceptance
I
asked
the
doctor
When
will the
tablets
work?
When do
they take
away my
hurt?
Nothing
will
do that,
she said
They
only
make it
so you
get out
of bed
I
asked
the
doctor
Are
you
sure?
Won’t
you do
something
more?
There’s
nothing
else I
can do,
she said
You just
have to
accept
that he
is dead
(Originally Posted 12.10.2019)
I guess I am
A misanthrope
Born as I was
Devoid of hope
Destined across
The world to mope
Forever trying
To avoid the rope
Misanthropic Me
People
never
cease to
disgust
and
disappoint
me in
equal measure
Perhaps
that’s
why my
life is
full of
discomfort
and
displeasure
(Originally Posted 09.10.2019)
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)
What’s the point
In dressing it up
And trying to be all poetic
Telling the truth
However uncouth
Will forever be my aesthetic
Blunt
I
wish
you
were
here
with
me
But
instead
I’m
all
alone
If
only
you
would
write
a letter
Or
call
me on
the
phone
It
would be
wonderful
to FaceTime
Or
if
you
texted
me
instead
But
I know
you
won’t
do any
of these
You
can’t
Because
you’re
dead
(Originally Posted 08.10.2020)
There,
she said,
I’ve
told my
truth
There
isn’t
any
more
Well
I am
glad
you
stayed,
he said,
As
that
wasn’t
boring
at all
Telling Tales
Why don’t
you stay
here
a while,
he said,
and have
a cup
of tea
But
I don’t
understand,
she said,
why would
you want
to talk
to me?
You’ve
got a tale
to tell,
he said,
and I
would
like to
hear
more
Well
you’ll
be sad
to find,
she said,
that I’m
just a
crashing
bore
(Originally Posted 04.09.2019)
I kow you’re out there
Selling your story
Accepting sympathy
Basking in glory
But remember I know
Those who dance to your tune
All know, deep down,
The truth about you
(Prick)ing At Your Conscience
Think
whatever
you
want
about
me
Speak
shit
to
whoever
will
listen
But
believe
me
when
I say
I
won’t
ever
rue
the
day
That
you
created
this
division
(Originally Posted 02.10.2020)
The first time
It was fine
As I was young and naive
I didn’t know
Where it would go
So it was easy to just believe
But now I’m older
And my heart colder
I need to be assured
That you intend
To keep up your end
Before my commitment is secured
Going Down The Rabbit Hole
If you don’t mean what you say,
Perhaps we should both just walk away.
Now.
(Originally Posted 02.10.2020)
I have never spoken
About that night
As to betray him
Would be be unfair
He only hit on me
Because he was ill, you see,
And his ability to judge
Impaired
Indiscretion
It was
what
it was
And
whilst
we
had
fun
Now
it is
what
it is
The
guilt
has
begun
(Originally Posted 01.10.2019)
‘You are my new inspiration…
My muse
And I mean that not as a compliment’
Some have beauty
Some have braun
Some have charm and flair
Some of them even
Have half a brain
But to you they never compare
First Sight
It
was
clear
to me
The
moment
we met
That
you’d
be the
one
I’d
least
regret
Xxx
(Originally Posted 30.09.2020)
I’m not usually very good
With metaphors
But this one is pretty neat
Then I guess it would be
As it was conceived
While in the back seat of a Mini
Car Trouble
Nothing makes this better
Everything makes it worse
A body straining in first gear
But a mind stuck in reverse
(Originally Posted 28.09.2019)
The title says it all
She said
There’s nothing else to know
Sometimes there’s no big mystery
She said
It is just my truth on show
Bleak As Fuck
I
told you
a lie
yesterday
I said
I felt better
and that
I’m okay
When the
actual truth
is I hope
and pray
That I
won’t live
another
day
(Originally Posted 19.09.2019)
Do you think
He said
That you drink too much
Trust me
She said
It’s nowhere near enough
The Trouble With Juniper
Nobody
knows
the
trouble
I’ve seen
The loves
and the
losses and
everything
in-between
On one
too many
gin bottles
I have
relied
To keep
all of my
secrets
hidden
inside
(Originally Posted 18.09.2019)
When feelings
Are so intrinsic
Language
Is best kept simplistic
Random #19
It
just
fucking
hurts
(Originally Posted 14.09.2019)
I know what you did
That day
How you made sure
Your pain
Stopped
Were You Afraid Of Dying?
It
was
awful
to see
you
waste
away
Neither
of us
knowing
why
Now
my
only
hope
Is
you
are
smoking
dope
At
that
great
gig in
the
sky
Xxx
(Originally Posted 07.09.2020)
It doesn’t compare
It’s not the same thing
I lost the man completely
Not just my wedding ring
That Morning
You
can
try
to
imagine
But
you
can
never
know
How
much
it
tore
me
apart
When
I had
to let
him go
Xxx
(Originally Posted 07.09.2020)
Sometimes it is sadness
Sometimes it’s deep frustration
But mostly it’s just
That I still feel lost
In this whole fucking situation
Hold Me
Words
can
not
describe
the
hurt
As my
tears
fall
onto
your
shirt
Xxx
(Originally Posted 07.09.2020)
I reach
for his
hand
Every
day
But
nothing
makes
The
pain
go away
That
It’s
just not
right
That you
won’t be
here when
I look
tonight
It’s
just not
fair
That I’ll
reach for
your hand
and it won’t
be there
(Originally Posted 07.09.2019)
People say things
Get better with time
Which may be their truth
But it isn’t mine
Not Long Now
Each day brings
Yet more false hope
Along with an another
Earth shattering new low
I really am just
Biding my time now
Waiting until
It’s my turn to go
(Originally Posted 27.08.2019)
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