"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
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)
I don’t often achieve perfection
But I think this is pretty much it
A healthy dose
Of what I feel the most
With just a little rapier-like wit
The Queen Bee
Oh, I’ll point many a finger
In order to right these wrongs
But for her I’ll reserve
The most passion and verve
And the sharpest of razor like tongues
(Originally Posted 26.01.2021)
I know that you
Will understand
When the play button
You press
As the songs I’ve picked
My love for you depict
In ways I
Could ever express
Mix Tapes
You could just say how you feel
He said
Instead of sending me a song
But these folks are professionals
She said
And I’d only get it wrong
(Originally Posted 14.01.2021)
When feelings
Are so intrinsic
Language
Is best kept simplistic
Random #19
It
just
fucking
hurts
(Originally Posted 14.09.2019)
I doubt I’d manage a short story these days
Never mind anything more
Writing three or four lines
Is a struggle at times
So a novel seems too much to hope for
Small Minds
One
day
I will
write
novels
All
about
you
and
me
Of
how
we left
those
hovels
And
found
our
sanctuary
(Originally Posted 13.09.20)
Yet I didn’t slip away
Quietly
I remained
And caused a fuss
I got my head down
And stuck around
To tell the story
Of us
‘Slip Away, Quietly’
All
happiness
is fleeting
All
sadness
is depleting
I am
no longer
competing
As from
sanity
I am
retreating
(Originally Posted 14.08.2019)
You were all I had
When he died
And I didn’t know how to cope
I was driven mad
Each time I cried
And you were my only hope
‘The Boy’s No Good… ‘
As
I sit
and
listen
To each
word you
say
All
of my
pain
Simply
ebbs
away
(Originally Posted 06.06.2020)
Full of bleeding heart
That’s me
Slowly dying
For all to see
Hoping for words
To set the world alight
As I scribble away
In the dead of night
Who was the worst
Me or you
Does it even matter
Who did what to who
Now we have both
Taken the fall
To still keep score
Really means fuck all
In
order
to keep
what is
rightfully
mine
There’s
no other
choice
but to
retire
online
I could
spend
hours
writing
poetry
But
I could
never
do it
justice
How
once
upon
a time
we
had
it
all
But
now
I’ve
been
left
lifeless
The words come
In fits and starts
All broken parts
Of what I was
And all I’ll ever be
Now you’re gone
It’s
hard to
write
it all
down
What
I’ve
been
feeling
inside
But now
is the
time to
start
again
For the
truth
I’ll no
longer
hide
I
look
into
those
eyes
He
said
And
wonder
what’s
buried
so deep
Songs
to
make
you
smile
She
said
With
words
to
make
you
weep
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 