I remember the day
We got the keys
Thinking the rest
Would be a breeze
But now I sit and rot
All alone
In what should have been
Our forever home
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I remember the day
We got the keys
Thinking the rest
Would be a breeze
But now I sit and rot
All alone
In what should have been
Our forever home
Looking back
I think
I always knew
We’d never make it
Xxx
I remember
When you asked
And all too quckly
I said no
Now I wonder
Having made that blunder
Just how far
I would go
If you get
A chance
Of happiness
You should grab it
With both hands
Take it from one
Whose time
Has gone
And so completely
Understands
I don’t know if I
Can see this through
As it’s all so empty
Without you
There’s no use
In contemplation
Or any sense
In looking back
All there is
Is madness
That belongs firmly
In the past
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
❤️
You will do it
Again one day
Hurt someone else
In the same way
And when you do
I’ll be there to say
You deserve to hang
Without delay
Criminal
We all
do bad
things
sometimes
Yet not
everyone
is made
to pay
But while
you will
never
admit your
crimes
Just know
the truth
will out
one day
(Originally Posted 06.11.2019)
“Life isn’t as serious as the mind makes it out to be”
– Eckhart Tolle
Three years on
From writing this
And that strength still eludes me
Don’t get me wrong
I can, at times, be strong
But my future still looks pretty gloomy
08.08
So it’s another birthday
And what a day it has been
If I’d have known last year
What I know now
I would have jacked it all in
But I suppose now it’s time
At this ripe old age
And much to my chagrin
To find a way of moving forward
And discover the strength within
(Originally Posted 09.08.2019)
Nearly two and a half
Thousand posts
And yet I can still
Surprise myself
Perhaps poetry
Is my future, actually,
So I shouldn’t just leave it
On the shelf
Circling
Like
vultures
Eyeing up
the bones
Of those who
went before us
Now rotting
on the stones
(Originally Posted 14.05.2020)
There’s nothing left to say
She said
Now my future is on track
You once took my breath away
She said
But now I want it back
I will not
Say yes now
Just like I didn’t
Then
I’ve always known
It wasn’t
For me
Even
Way back when
We’re going on a journey
She said
So be sure to pack your case
Maybe if we leave now
He said
The past we can erase
‘Oh no, I’ve said too much.
I haven’t said enough…’
– Michael Stipe
‘The record shows
I took the blows
And did it my way’
– François / Revaux / Anka
I woke up with a smile
Today
All the bad feeling
Had gone away
It actually felt
Like it was the start
Of gluing back together
My broken heart
I pride myself on my planning
I write lists day after day
I schedule my time wisely
So that nothing gets in the way
I prepare for every eventuality
Without a pause for breath
But the one thing I didn’t account for
Was your untimely death
Xxx
New friends
Old friends
Friends I’ve yet to meet
I hope and pray
One day you’ll say
That I was right up your street
I have no interest in going back
Or to stroll down memory lane
I just want this war to end
And to move on from all this pain
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
Life without you recently
Certainly has been gloomy
Even if my heart is now
That little bit more roomy
This is not our goodbye
It’s just a fond farewell
For we both know
We’ll meet once more
As we both burn in hell
Now you’ve led me again
Onto the path of darkness
Who knows how this will end
Last time all that was left
Was sparseness
And we couldn’t even be friends
Things should be better now
He said
They certainly shouldn’t be worse
I really hope so
She said
For I can’t live with this curse
There will be someone out there
He said
That will be the one for you
What if he’s already gone
She said
I don’t believe there can be two
So today marks the beginning
Of WordPress year three
Happy two year anniversary to me
Quite a lot has changed
Since that first post
Not least the number of people
Seemingly engrossed
In reading my innermost thoughts and feelings
Which I admit even now
I have a hard time believing
For there are far more talented writers here than me
Whose focus isn’t madness, sadness or profanity
Yet as I’ve looked back over posts of the past
I see my words gradually getting lighter
Perhaps this is due, in part,
To my life being that little bit brighter
So, I hear you ask, will my future posts just become asinine?
Well, I suppose, your guess is as good as mine
But one things for sure
You’ll still find me here beneath the armour
Writing, posting and chatting
As your ever grateful Little Charmer
If I spent time with my younger self, what would I say?
Well done for putting up with this bullshit every day
If I spent time with my younger self, what would I see?
A weary acceptance that life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be
If I spent time with my younger self, what would I feel?
An overwhelming sadness that time will never heal
If I spent time with my younger self, what would I do?
Tell them to pack a bag and run away with you
(Originally Posted 24.07.2019)
I wish I’d never met you.
Life would be easier then.
If I’d never met you
I wouldn’t have to forget you.
And I would be happier then.
(Originally Posted 09.03.2019)
‘You could have achieved so much more, if you weren’t so fucking insecure’
– Me
(Originally Posted 19.07.2019)
If there’s one thing I’ve learned
It’s that you can’t skip the stages
Even if moving forward
Feels like it’s taking fucking ages
If you jump too far forward
You only fall further back
And all you do is store your pain
For further down the track
Time
Creeping
Mine
Sweeping
Dicks
Sleeping
Women
Weeping
Staring into a new year
Together
Holding hands
I can’t believe
Out of everyone
It’s you who understands
I’ll give you one day
Where the sun will shine
And that day is Friday
This week
But after that
It’ll all fall flat
And it’s back
To the future that’s bleak
I
can
only
hope
I’m
worth
the
wait
Full
of
holes
As
it
rocks
Against
the
shoals
I think you feel
The way I do
That your heart beats
Like mine does too
That your mind wanders
On the same path as me
That you also dream
Of when you’ll be free
So
what
is your
plan
He
asked
Where
do we
go from
here?
I
haven’t
got a
clue
She
said
Shall
we
just
disappear?
When
I look
deep
into
your
eyes
I
can’t
help
but be
pleasantly
surprised
For
I actually
feel
something
down
below
And I
thought
I’d lost
that
years
ago
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
I still
have
no
idea
how
I’m
going
to live
without
youI just
hope
I’ve
got
less
time
left
than
I think
I do
As
bad
decisions
come
back
to say
hello
I
wish
I
knew
what
to do
For
now
my
life
has
fallen
apart
And it
feels
so
empty
without
you
Who knows
when our
time will
comeBut I fear
it’s not
just yetFor you
have to
forgive
yourselfAnd I
have to
forget
Nothing
ever
seems
to work
out for
me
Perhaps
I’m
just
destined
to be
unhappy
To
forever
wander
around
wanting
more
Never
quite
accepting
I’m
already
done for
We all
do bad
things
sometimesYet not
everyone
is made
to payBut while
you’ll never
admit your
crimesJust know
the truth
will out
one day
At one time
perhaps
I would have
said yesBut the
desire now
I no longer
possessShould you
ever try
your love
to professTo this
emptiness
inside I
would confess
I can be
with you,
she said,
when my
sadness no
longer showsThen we
will go to
a place,
he said,
where no one
else knows
It’s only
now I
realise
I’ve
played
this all
wrongAnd it
actually
should
have
been
you all
along
Good men
do bad things
And good
women do too
If I was ever that way
inclined again
I’d do bad things
with you
I’m
scared
that
the
spell
is
now
broken
and
our
future
conversations
will
just
become
a
token
not
only
of the
connection
we once
shared
but
also
of
the
souls
that
we
once
bared
If
love is
not what
you say
But
what
you do
instead
Then
you’ve
fucked
up
On
both
counts
mate
So be
careful
where you
tread
I can’t
tell
you
how
much
better
I feel
To
know my
feelings
I need
no
longer
conceal
I
can’t
tell you
how much
more open
I am
now
To the
possibility
of loving
someone
again,
someday,
somehow
I’m scared
of what
that day
will bring,
As I
know it’s
approaching
fast.
Even if
it’s the
start of
my future,
There’s no
way of
forgetting
my past.
I am amazed, yet again, that I’ve found the courage to get out of bed.
You have no idea how hard it is.
This sustained internal struggle.
The conscious effort required to motivate myself to move.
The strength of belief needed to convince my anxious brain that we can get through the day unscathed.
It’s exhausting.
If only I could return to the naivety of the past.
Travel back to a time when sadness was mere affectation.
Where melancholy was a comforting friend.
And death wasn’t such a viable option.
You
willnever
recoverfrom
whatyou’re
yetto
discover.
Some days
it’s easy
to remember
youSome days
it’s hard
to forget
youSome days
I don’t want
to remember
youSome days
I never want
to forget
you
One day
you’ll tell me
and I
will run away.
One day
you’ll tell me
and I’ll
beg to stay.
One day
you’ll tell me
and my
tears will sting.
One day
you’ll tell me
and my
heart will sing.