I love to spend
Time with you
Just chatting
Is so much fun
But if I think
Of us both in bed
All I can see
Inside my head
Is how quickly
That spark
Would be gone
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I love to spend
Time with you
Just chatting
Is so much fun
But if I think
Of us both in bed
All I can see
Inside my head
Is how quickly
That spark
Would be gone
When all around me
Is falling to shit
I let my stomach hurt
And my sides split
Because I know whatever
Is in my path
Is best to be greeted
With a fucking laugh
I remember,
Once,
He asked me
How I cope
With all these trials
I just use the darkest
Of humours,
I said,
Along with
The wryest of smiles
I have
More fun
In my head
That’s why
I prefer
To stay in bed
I guess you’re all there
Outside together
Enjoying the food
And this change in weather
Swapping your stories
Of the week’s events
As you wait for the last
Course to commence
Well don’t mind me
As I sit here and smoke
Hoping for the day
When you all choke
And die
You won’t find me
In the kitchen at parties
I’ll be in the library
Where my mind is
Lost in my own little world
Of infinite story books
And far, far away
From your disapproving looks
Bookworms
Solace
comes
swiftly
to
those
who
read
For
those
who
devour
words
are
freed
(Originally Posted 07.02.2020)
I was thinking about this
Just last night
How I am not always
Visually inspired
Have I such little imagination
Lack a formal education
Or is it just that new glasses
Are required?
The Art Gallery
Sometimes
I think
I’m too
stupid to
understand
Sometimes
I think
I’m the
only one
that does
(Originally Posted 04.07.2019)
If we were to meet again
I’d simply walk on by
I’d turn my head away from you
Try not to catch your eye
For I could not do this again
Your loss has left me broken
No, I’d simply walk on by
With nary a word spoken
Imagine
what you
could
achieveHe
saidIf only
you just
tried
harderI’ve
done all
I can
to stay
aliveShe
saidI can’t
possibly
go any
farther
Is
it
real
What
you
see?
Or
is it
just
Your
version
of me?
My
chest
tightens
As my
eyes
swell
At yet
another
day
Burning
in
hell
Solace
comes
swiftly
to
those
who
readFor
those
who can
devour
words
are
freed