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)

The Sabattical Leave Request

Most days I do

Enjoy my work

And I welcome

The distraction

But as time goes by

It’s getting harder to try

And fake a positive reaction


(Anti) Social Work

I
think
I would
be

So
much
more
forgiving

If
I didn’t
have

To
work
for a
living

(Originally Posted 30.01.2020)

The Price

If only I’d have listened

To people back in the day

Everyone who told me

This would end in disarray

Then I wouldn’t ever have known

Such misery and dismay

But I’d never have felt love either

And for that I was willing to pay


Mum Knows Best

Why
didn’t
you
follow
your
dreams?

She
said

Using
your
good
humour
and wit

Now
you’ve
got no
choice

She
said

But
to put
up with
his
bullshit

(Originally Posted 29.01.2020)

My Life’s Work

At least you

Can look away

When the misery

Ensues

But these aren’t just

Words to me

They are actually

My issues


Well, You Asked…

Although
I find
your
writing
talent
genuinely
quite
considerable

Reading
your
words
over
again
really
does just
make me
miserable

(Originally Posted 28.01.2020)

Look Away Now

I don’t write

About nice things

Love and all that shit

If you want to read

About nice things

You won’t like this one bit


All That Matters

Not much of this is pretty

Very little here is smart

Quite often it is shitty

But it’s always from the heart

(Originally Posted 10.01.2021)

Ploughed

A family now

Torn apart

Proved fertile ground

For my art


Finding Fault

All
you
do

He
said

Is
whine
and
moan

I’m
surprised
anyone
reads
this
pish

Well,
maybe
if you

She
said

Weren’t
such a
prick

My
words
wouldn’t
so easily
flourish

(Originally Posted 10.01.2021)

It’s Not What I Dreamt Of Either

We hate it

They say

When you act that way

Hurting yourself

Really saddens us

If only

I say

There was another way

As this is hardly

Fucking glamorous


Unsafe Thoughts

Please,
take
away
my
knives

And put
those
razors
in the
bin

For
the
urge
to cut
is rising

To
bleed
out the
pain
within

(Originally Posted 09.01.2020)

Minutiae

You think that when

Someone dies

It’s the big things

That you’ll miss

But what causes pain

To grieving brain

Is missing the small things

That they did


Even A Broken Clock Is Right Twice A Day

I can’t
even
change

The time
on the
oven

It’s just
one more
thing

I have
discovered

Since
you’ve
gone

(Originally Posted 04.01.2020)

Missing The Bus

It seems I missed

The trip that day

You went

To the optimism farm

I was probably at home

With an ‘on silent’ phone

Sleeping soundly

Through the alarm


Optimism

If I
had
any
spare

I’d
give
some
to you

But
I only
have
enough

To
get
myself
through

This
bullshit
they call
life

(Originally Posted 03.01.2020)

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