Do as I say
Not as I do
Words I really
Should have tattooed
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Do as I say
Not as I do
Words I really
Should have tattooed
Have you done this before
He said
As you’re really rather good
Some things wouldn’t be right to share
She said
Even if I could
The older I get
She said
I’ve realised
That the timing
Will never be right
You’ve just got to go for it
She said
And to not
Be so uptight
This isn’t the most painful
She said
Or the worst hardship
I’ve endured
My armour’s doing fine
She said
Though I’m not too sure
About yours
You convince yourself
It’s not that bad
When it’s the only love
You’ve ever had
I’ve seen what lurks
Inside you
Despite what you’re trying
To show
And it’s clear, in fact
Your crawling back
Just confirms what
I already know
To acclaim and adulation
Of late I’ve been besieged
But that’s just what happens
When your mind blackens
And suffers a containment breach
(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)
Though I caught his eye
As he said goodbye
I couldn’t quite tell
If he would jump
But when he didn’t show up
Later on that month
I knew to the bridge
He had succumbed
There was once a time
When I could go home
Shower
And wash myself clean
But now there’s no let up
No matter how hard I scrub
From the pain
My body has seen
Why even try
In the end
Why bother
To believe
There’s just
Disappointment
And a lack
Of enjoyment
No matter what
We try to achieve
When I asked
If you still loved me
You should’ve just said
Absolutely not
Now all that’s stemmed
From your lying
Is a whole heap of crying
And both of us losing
The plot
I felt sorry for him
The boy on the train
Said he’d ran away
From school again
Told me his parents
Just didn’t care
There was nothing,
But misery,
For him there
As he followed her
She panicked
Is this my time to die?
I wonder what I’ll have for tea
He thought
As he just strolled on by
(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)
If it’s
So fucking easy
Then go out
And get your own
You be all bright
And breezy
And see what kindness
You’re shown
The problem
With hiding
Is finding
Myself
After all
Is said and done
I’m still devastated
That you’re gone
Xxx
You cannot hide it
Or simply deny it
Because even if you try it
I’ll most certainly find it
Time may heal
But it kills too
I know that now,
Without you
In amongst
All the bullshit
There’s one thing
That’s still true
I might scream and curse
And make matters worse
But I’ll never be a cunt
Like you
My poems are not
Very nice
Particularly warm,
Or fuzzy
But they do resonate
With those desolate
And who prefer their words
Bloody
What day even is it?
She said
As she opened the fridge door
I’ve got no idea
He said
But I can’t eat any more
What I’ve got for you depends
He said
On if you’ve been bad or good
I couldn’t give a fuck
She said
And haven’t since childhood
Do you know what I have learned
She said
In all my time here on this earth
Forget about the bridges you’ve burned
She said
And value your own self worth
Join me
He said
By the fire
It’s cold outside
And the rain, dire
Thank you
She said
But I’d better not
As you wouldn’t want
What I have got
Things can only get better
He said
If you keep up this attitude
It’ll be gone within the day
She said
Along with my good mood
I know that it must seem
She said
Like I’m arrogant and self centered
But that’s not it at all
She said
I just write how I feel uncensored
She said she’d written it
About herself
When I saw her
On TV
But there’s no way
She could portray
The exact same feelings
As me
I didn’t tell you
All back then
So don’t think
That I’ll talk now
Just because
You’ve changed your tune
Doesn’t mean
You’ve won me round
The hardest part
About being depressed
Isn’t crying
Every day
The hardest part
About being depressed
Is pretending
You’re OK
I’ve always felt
Misunderstood
Wrong, somehow
And not much good
But I’ve come to learn
As I have aged
I wasn’t born this way
I was made
Back in the day
The words flowed freely
And I knew just what
To impart
But I’ve recently found
Since my new love’s in town
That for poems,
I’m no longer arsed
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