I’ve done what I can
Said the man
The rest is up to you
I will try, Brother
Said the other
But it’s not what I am used to
Taking Turns
That’s
it
now
I’ve
pulled us
through
So for
better
or worse
It’s
over
to you
(Originally Posted 22.06.2020)
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I’ve done what I can
Said the man
The rest is up to you
I will try, Brother
Said the other
But it’s not what I am used to
Taking Turns
That’s
it
now
I’ve
pulled us
through
So for
better
or worse
It’s
over
to you
(Originally Posted 22.06.2020)
When I sat down and wrote this one
Everyone else was at the bar
(In the grand scheme of things that day
We hadn’t travelled very far)
Whilst I waited for my drink
I plastered on a smile
Wishing I was anywhere but
En route to the Emerald Isle
The Airport Lounge
It doesn’t matter how loud people are
They never drown out the voices inside my head.
(Originally Posted 23.05.2019)
Sometimes
The words I use
Are not deliberately explicit
Sometimes
The words I choose
Are inherently implicit
Overpowered
It is
not
only
my
heart
that
bleeds
As
you
take
care
of
your
own
needs
(Originally Posted 18.05.2020)
The simple things in life
It seems
Are not for the likes of me
All I feel I deserve
It seems
Is pain and misery
Arcadia
Here
I am
again
Sitting
all
alone
I don’t
like this
anymore
I just
want to
go home
(Originally Posted 09.05.2020)
‘I wasn’t scared when he caught me
Look what it taught me’
You may think you’re richer
You may think you’re oh so smart
You may even think you’re better than me
But you’ll never have my heart
If alcohol doesn’t soothe me
And music doesn’t move me
It’s no wonder I can’t cope
This crippling anxiety
Coupled with impropriety
Has left me devoid of hope
What can you do
When the words won’t flow
When you have exhausted
Every topic you know
Perhaps all there is
Is to put down the pen
And hope that one day
You’ll be hurt again
If all the roads are closed tonight
Then how will I get home
I’m much too scared
And emotionally impaired
To go a night out here alone
I can’t help you
She said
I have nothing to give
Don’t count on me
She said
For your reason to live
It was you who made things difficult
It was you who made things worse
You who added injury to insult
It was you who left me cursed
It was you who made me doubt myself
It was you who made me cry
You who just pleased yourself
It was you who never asked why
But as for all that has followed
All that has now came to be
Every pill that I have swallowed
That’s on no one else but me
I fucking hate Christmas
Just like Christmas hates me
Walking on eggshells all day
Faking smiles around a tree
I learned when I was five
Santa doesn’t deliver for free
That he prefers ‘good little girls’
And the one he favoured that year was me
As an adult I’ve tried to make it better
To erase him from my memory
But I still fucking hate Christmas
Just like Christmas hates me
What do you do?
I write poetry.
Pretty ones? With hearts and flowers?
No. The truth.
I suppose
You understand me now
Why I said
What was on my mind
Well don’t expect
Anything from me
As I’ll be paying you back
In kind
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
I did love someone once
She was beautiful inside and out
The life and soul of the party
Her passion never in doubt
But one day she grew cold
And her light began to fade
So now I no longer love her
Because of who it was she betrayed
If I knew then
What I know now
I wouldn’t have let you stay
I’d have made sure
You saw the worst of me
And done my best
To push you away
You must know why
I behave this way
The resignation is clear
On my face
You of all people
Should understand
My need for time
And space
It’s sad that you have to endure
The same shit that I did
Remarks about your skin colour hurt
Especially when you’re a kid
Just know that you’re amazing
As you’re growing day by day
You’ll always be the better person
No matter what they say
I always assumed
Because I did it with ease
That you’d find it straightforward too
But I’ve come to realise
In the cold light of day
I was just better at it than you
I think I could learn to trust you
She said
I’m beginning to find the way
Well, I really cannot tell you
He said
How much that makes my day
Do you really look past
The colour of my skin
And try hard to see
Who I am within
I don’t believe you
I've tried to write about happy things
But the words don't seem to flow
Perhaps I've forgotten happy things
And sadness is all I know
(Originally Posted 03.04.2019)
All
you
do
He
said
Is
whine
and
moan
I'm
surprised
anyone
reads
this
pish
Well,
perhaps
if you
She
said
Weren't
such a
prick
My
words
wouldn't
so easily
flourish
If
we
are
all
supposed
to be
stars
Why
do
some
shine
brighter
than
others?
Bitter
and
twistedYes,
that’s
meBut
live
my
lifeFor a
minute
or twoAnd so
would
you
fucking
be
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 so
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
I remember
When I thought
it was youAnd
I made my
feelings
plainBut
then
I met
himAnd within
seconds
I knewI’d never
think about youAgain
It’s
not
only
my
heart
that
bleeds
As
you
take
care
of
your
own
needs
The words come
In fits and starts
All broken parts
Of what I was
And all I’ll ever be
Now you’re gone
Can we
leave it
there?
She
asks
As I
cannot
take
much
more
You’re
damn
right
He
replies
As he
edges
towards
the door