Baby Steps

Why don’t

We leave now

He said

Let’s get a bus,

Taxi or walk

We won’t

Be having sex

She said

But I’d love it

If we could talk

Cognito

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

6hr 45mins

And so

It comes time

To travel home again

At least

I’ll sleep

On this fucking train


Digging For Worms

Please
make
sure
you
bury
me
deep

So
I can
finally
get
some
fucking
sleep

(Originally Posted 06.10.2020)

Constant Reminders

I’ve actually done

Pretty well to be fair

Staying on here

With all this pain to bear

I guess I have found ways

To make it my own

But this place will never not be

Our forever home


Haunted

Death
peers in
through
the gloom

As I
lie here
alone in
this room

Upon
this bed
we once
shared

Crying for
the love
we once
declared

(Originally Posted 06.10.2019)

House Warming

Especially now

The weather is turning

I wish our home fires

Were still burning


Slippers

I
miss
you

When
my
feet
are
cold

And
how
you

Would
always
warm
them
so

Xxx

(Originally Posted 16.09.2020)

It’s Too Late For This Shit

So many nights stood there with you

With so much forced conversation

When all I wanted to do

Was go home for a brew

And enjoy my hibernation


Let Me Go

Please
just
walk
away
from
me

And
take
yourself
off
home

I
do
not
want
to talk
to you

I
want
to be
alone

(Originally Posted 18.08.2020)

Is This It?

I really hadn’t

Given much thought

To how hard

Life would be

Alone

The constant struggle

In this suffocating bubble

And all so far away

From home


A Tale Of Two Cities

I really don’t want to leave

But I know that I can’t stay

Though I’ll be alone

Wherever I go

So I’m screwed either way

(Originally Posted 05.07.2019)

Random #178

‘When I was a child I truly loved: Unthinking love as calm and deep as the North Sea. But I have lived. And now I do not sleep.’

– John Gardner

Bricks And Mortar

It isn’t really home anymore

It’s merely just a dwelling

Yet if these four walls

Could speak my friend

By God they’d do some telling

High Winds

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

Random #138

‘Where are the roses
And whispered sighs
Where are the compliments
And dreaming eyes
It doesn’t matter you see
I know you love me
And real basic love never dies’

The Urban Retreat

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

Random #92

‘Land of my high endeavour

Land of the shining river

Land of my heart forever

Scotland The Brave’

Random #91

‘Scotsmen are said to be clannish folk. This may be because many a Scotsman never truly leaves his home. His home is always in his heart.’

– Unknown

Wilderness

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)

Beinn Eighe

My heart 
belongs
to the
Highlands

Of
that
there
is no
doubt

I
pray
for
the
day

I
drive
all
that
way

And my
heart
just
gives
out

Running On Empty

I am so tired

I want to go home

To sit in the quiet

All on my own

For I’ve had enough

Of this battle of wills

I just need some silence

To cure my ills

Going Too Far

Lying 
here
in
this
strange
bed

Wondering
what
was
going on
inside
my head

Trying
to
ignore
this
feeling
of dread

Wishing
I had
chosen
to stay
at home
instead

The Train Home

Why
can’t
it be
like that
all the
time

Talking,
laughing
and
drinking
wine

It
always
feels
like
such a
crime

When I
have to
return
to this
life of
mine

Recouperation

There’s
nothing
like
being
looked
after

By
those
who
love
you
the
most

There’s
nothing
more
nourishing
than
laughter

And
being
brought
rounds of
hot buttered
toast

No Vacancies

I don’t
want you
to visit

When all
you bring
is pain

I’d rather
stay home
alone

And break
this toxic
chain

Home Of The Brave

This
country
is
my
home
now

Of
that
there
is
no
doubt

If
I
had
not
followed
you
here

Then
I’d
never
have
found
that
out

À La Kerouac

Back on
the road
again

Travelling
all alone

I’m not
stopping
this time

Until I
find a
place to
call home

Silly Arguments

Fuck
this
shit

She
said

I’m
going
home

I’ll
walk
you

He
said

You
can’t
go alone

I
don’t
need
you

She
said

Why
don’t you
just drop
dead

You’ll be
sorry you
wished for
that

He
said

When
you’re
alone in
our bed

Home Sweet Home

They say
you can
never go
home
again

And I’m
starting
to believe
that’s
true

For all
that resides
here now
is a world
of pain

And
far too
many
memories
of you

No Fucks Given

I want
nothing
more

Than
to be
alone

With a
bottle
of booze

Sitting
in my
own home

With the
lights
down low

Listening to
my favorite
songs

Remembering
my
rights

And
justifying
my wrongs

Our House

Nothing in this house
makes sense anymore

Madness lurks
behind every door

Memories of all
the love we swore

Leave my head in a spin
and my heart on the floor

Back Home

If only
I had
stayed
here

I’d have
known
what it
was like

To
live a
life of
happiness

Instead
of one
so full
of spite

These Ruby Shoes

It
doesn’t
matter
where
you go

Or
however
far
you
roam

It’s
true what
they say
you know
Toto

There
is no
place
like
home

Home Early

I
went
out
tonight

I tried
and I
failed

All
dreams
are now
curtailed

For that ship,
it seems,
has sailed

Glasgow

Everything has
changed
while everything
has stayed
the same

In this city
I once
so proudly
called
‘hame’

NFA

If home
is where
the heart is,
then I’m
currently
of no
fixed abode.

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