Straight Up

If you knew

Anything about me

You’d know that shit

Isn’t my style

I’d say

To your face

That you’re a cunt

And not hide it

Behind a smile

The Spooky Wifie

I wonder

If you’ll remember

All those things

You said to me

The last time

That we sat

In this room

Drinking herbal tea

I recall you had

A deck of cards

Asking me pick

Just three

Using them, then

As your guide

To set

The spirits free

I knew back then

It was bullshit

And now I don’t

Feel differently

But if indeed

You do remember

To your ‘gift’

I will concede

Pushover

Sometimes

I regret

What I said

And how often

I showed you

The door

As it never seemed

To matter

How your heart

Was shattered

You’d always

Come back

For more

In The Doldrums

Tongue tied

Dead inside

Lying

On my bed of nails

Forever lonely

Seeing true love only

In films

And fairy tales

Futility

The lights go out

In the blink of an eye

And there’s nothing left

But to say goodbye

Short Changed

You do not need

To put me first

And I would never ask you to

But it would be nice

If, once or twice,

You thought of someone

Other than you

Widows

We need support

When traumatised

Not to be attacked

Or demonised

Something we wish

That you’d realise

When losing them

Leaves us paralysed

A Reflection

Why are you so depressing

He said

Why are your words so dark

Because my life is fucking distressing

She said

And so, therefore’s, my art

Take My Advice

If you find my words too dreary
Then just scroll on, my dear
‘Cause if you are looking for cheery
There’s nothing for you here

Raising A Glass

At your wedding toast

Yesterday

I did not cry one bit

Even when I glanced

Upon your first dance

I held it in

With an iron like grit

For what I wouldn’t do

Is ever tell you

How seeing you so happy

Did hurt

And that, at times,

If just in my mind

I did wish your happy day cursed

Vengeance

As you stand there

Wailing and weeping

Just be glad they’re all dead

And not just sleeping

Top Of The Pops

When those bands
Of old
Don’t speak to you
And the comfort
Of music
Is gone

It won’t matter
Where
Because
I’ll be there
To help you
Carry on

“I’ll Probably Never See You Again…”

When I first started 
Posting here
I was struggling
To hold on
A deep sadness
Had engulfed me
And all
Of my hope
Was gone

My partner
Of nigh on
Twenty years
Had died
Just four months
Before
My heart
Was broken
And my life,
A token,
I was failing
To endure

Because, you see,
He'd been taken
From me
In the most horrific way
To witness
If you've never seen it
I can tell you,
With feeling,
Cancer's a cunt
Of an illness

So I began
To write again
As a way
To express
My emotions
Thinking,
At best,
I might get
Some rest
By recording
My rambling notions

I knew
From the start
Some readers
Would baulk
At the truths
That I'd lay bare
Suicidal thoughts
And self harm,
Of course,
All referenced
Without a care

But I had to be
Authentically me
And reflect
What I
Was feeling
Even though I knew
The words
I'd spew
May leave
More sensitive readers
Reeling

And yet here
I have found
Such a welcoming crowd
Who've helped me
Hugely
When times were tough
For their patience,
Kindness,
And understanding
I could never
Thank them
Enough

So if you find
From here on in
That I'm no longer posting
As often
Please know that you are,
In no small part,
The reason
I've started
To soften

And as for me
Well, I will see
If I can continue
To reduce
My pain
But I'll take
Some comfort
And feel
A little triumphant
Knowing,
At least,
I entertained

❤️

In Retrospect

That’s the problem

With the past

As humans,

We tend to rose tint it

When in actual fact

If we really look back

It wasn’t quite like

How we wished it


Misrepresentation

The old days

Weren’t that good

Trust me,

I remember

(Originally Posted 27.02.2020)

All That Study, And For What?

I’ve seen so many

Of them now

You’d think one

Would’ve broken through

But not one

Of their degrees

Has helped cure

My disease

Or informed me

Of what to do


The Trick Cyclist

I’d
like to
cancel my
appointment

I don’t
want
to see
you today

What’s
the point
in getting
out of bed

When
you can’t
help me
anyway?

(Originally Posted 25.02.2020)

Stark

Sometimes,

As a writer,

All that you can do

Is to drop

The flowery language

And just tell

The fucking truth


In Memoriam

There is nothing

Left to do

There isn’t anything

Else to say

I just really

Fucking miss him

Every single day

Xxx

(Originally Posted 25.02.2022)

All You Need To Know

I know I’d suggested

Greeting cards

But as I see the humour in this

Perhaps I’d be more suited

To writing less convoluted

Patient information leaflets


The Human Rattle

Take
these
pills

To
cure
your
ills

And
mend
your
broken
heart

They’ll
give
you
chills

And
delay
your
thrills

But at
least
it’ll
be a
start

(Originally Posted 18.02.2020)

Poorly Made

It’s not that I have

A heart of stone

I just don’t have one

At all…


The Driest Of Wells

Sometimes I wish

That I cared

About everything

You said

But as I have

Already declared

I’ve no tears left

To shed

(Originally Posted 09.02.2021)

Fuck Them

It’s too long a story

To explain why

But I’ll stand by this

Until the day I die


Toxic

Blood
isn’t
thicker

Than
happiness

(Originally Posted 07.02.2020)

Random #280

‘“In my world, I am constantly torn between killing myself or everyone around me.”

– Ragnar

Resourceful

Don’t

Underestimate

Those who

Are damaged

As we’ll

Always find

A way

To manage


Stand Well Back

I’ve
never
thought
of myself
as strong

But I
suppose
I have
stuck
it out
this
long

Although
somewhat
broken,
bloodied
and
bruised

I’m
very
much
still
here
to light
the fuse

(Originally Posted 02.02.2020)

Left Puzzled

Complicated relationships

May be all I’ve ever known

Yet it seems the baggage

That you come along with

By far outweighs my own


Tussle

I don’t want to just be friends

I don’t want to let this go

You may be able to walk away

But this is all I know

(Originally Posted 01.02.2021)

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