You’d better
Get them off
She said
Come on now
Don’t be shy
It won’t be long
Until the end of the song
And we’ll both
Be saying goodbye
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
You’d better
Get them off
She said
Come on now
Don’t be shy
It won’t be long
Until the end of the song
And we’ll both
Be saying goodbye
Anyone else
Sick of this shit
Just miserable and irked?
I don’t know about you
But feeling like I do
I’d rather be back at work
Now that all
The talking’s done
And those strategies
Have been deployed
It is time to face
The reality
I’ve tried so hard
To avoid
‘Sometimes in my tears I drown
But I never let it get me down
So when negativity surrounds
I know some day it’ll all turn around…’
Returning home
To stress and strain
Wondering when
I’ll be free again
I can’t take any more of this
You’re really hurting my head
So please stop talking
And just start walking
Leaving me the fuck alone instead
I know that you can see me
And what I’m trying to do
How I’m trying to make you jealous
To score more points than you
Yet I know it doesn’t matter
Just how much I boast
Or how many fun time photos
That I consistently post
As even from here it’s clear to see
You’re still far happier without me
The hairdressers who first permed my hair
The record shop that’s no longer there
The place the first ring pierced my nose
The stall that sold those second hand clothes
The school that taught me how to grow
The man who showed me all I know
The pub I was in every Saturday night
The doorway where I held you tight
The café where I laughed and cried
The club where I danced eyes open wide
The hospital visit that left a scar
The venue where I lost my bra
For all the hours spent here
Both good and bad
I know they were the best
I’ve ever had
‘I don’t want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day
I don’t want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day…’
“The only difference as compared with the old, outspoken slavery is this, that the worker of today seems to be free because he is not sold once for all, but piecemeal by the day, the week, the year, and because no one owner sells him to another, but he is forced to sell himself in this way instead, being the slave of no particular person, but of the whole property-holding class.”
– Friedrich Engels
After eighteen months
In one country
It’s good to breathe
The air of another
Even if this one
Is much harsher
And far too obsessed with colour
Now I love a landscaped garden
With plants and flowers sublime
I adore those hills and mountains
And each rugged, rocky climb
I hear the call of the deep blue sea
As I feel it’s power inside of me
But it’s only when I’m on this train
That I know I am coming home again
For within this rubble, dirt and dust
Live the people I can really trust
And I know that each and every time
I’m at my happiest in amongst the grime
Do you think you’ll get away with it
He said
That you will succeed in your plan
I just know I have to try
She said
I need as much distance as I can
Never amongst so many people
Have I felt so alone
I really do not want to stay
But know I can’t go home
Yet for all the kindness
And love I’ve been shown
I still cannot face another day
Here on my own
(Originally Posted 01.06.2019)
“Going anywhere nice on holiday?”
“Oblivion, hopefully”.
This room
that view
for just
us two
The sea
the sky
the clouds
up above
So tranquil
and serene
this place
we love
So it’s off
out of the
country
againLeaving
my
troubles
behindPerhaps
I’ll find
happiness
againOr at
least
peace
of mind
I got lost on my
eighth birthday.
Sometimes
I wonder
what would’ve
happened,
if I’d never
been found.
The hordes gather outside your hotel window.
Laughing,
Joking,
Having fun.
You wish you had the guts to be more like them.
Prettier,
Funnier,
More confident.
Instead you’re sitting in here alone with the curtains drawn.
With nothing but your ‘I Hate People’ badge for company.
People
like me
can never
be lovedIt’s something we
won’t allowPeople
like me
can never
be lovedWe simply don’t
know how
Off on
my travels
again
Hoping to
find some
peace
Perhaps I’ll
meet someone
new
And this
heartache will
cease
I don’t
want to
leave,But I
know I
can’t stay.I’ll be alone
wherever
I go,So really
I’m screwed
either way.
It’s so peaceful here.
Quiet. Serene.
If only the incessant chatter in my head would quieten down,
I might just be able to enjoy it.
Airports are a terrifying experience for control freaks.
The people, the noise, the unknown…
I already want to go home and I’ve not even left yet.