Entering The Stream

A simple girl

With simple needs

Willing to wander

Through the weeds

Searching for something

True to find

While leaving all

Her doubts behind

Back At The Fintry Inn

I’m not that girl

You used to know

I killed her off

Many moons ago

Now close your mouth

And dry your eyes

As life isn’t all beer

And scampi fries

Without A Fuss

Don’t you want to get better?

No, she politely replied

I think folks would be happier

If I just quietly died

Half-hearted

You could try

A little harder

He said

And not be afraid

To commit

Why would I

Even bother

She said

When your heart’s

Not even in it

Fleeting

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

Desperate

I think I thought 

I’d be alright 

That it would all

Work itself out

And yet

I’m still here

Suffering

From loneliness

And self doubt

Consumed

I’m not saying

You should forgive

But you could try

To forget

It can’t be a life

Worth living

Full of self loathing

And regret

Fickle

You can pull
Out all the stops
Call on every ploy
And device
But whatever the spiel
They will never feel
Exactly the same way,
Twice

Tapping Out

That’s it

I’m done

I have had

Enough

There is no

More smooth

To soften

The rough

And I know

That I seem

Pretty hardy

And tough

But trust me

I’m made

Of nothing like

The stuff

Take Note

If what you say

Proves to be true 

Then I will give 

Myself to you 

But if what you say 

Proves to be false 

Then I’ll rip you apart

Without remorse

The Dilemma

As I sit here

In the dark

All alone again

I wonder

If it’s worth it

Living a life

So plain

It would

Perhaps

Be different

If I thought

That anyone

Cared

But an opinion

On my existence

Not a soul

Has aired

So it is back

To my

Conundrum

Do I stay

Or do I go?

Waste away

Amidst

This humdrum

Or just end it now,

You know?

Just My Lot In Life

I suppose

I’ve never

Really cared

For people,

Places,

Or things

But just dealt

With the

Endless

Melancholy

That abject

Depression

Brings

Digging My Own Hole

After all

The effort

I put in

You’d think

I’d learn

To enjoy it

But I know

Before long

I’ll start

To feel wronged

And then

I’ll just fucking

Destroy it

Snakes & Ladders

I don’t think

You appreciate

How hard it is

To stay on track

When the only steps

Available

Are two forward

And three back

Clickety-Clack

You’d think I’d know

This route by now

As I’ve travelled it

So many times

Yet I always see

Something new to me

As I traverse

These railway lines

Age-Old

Do you know what I have learned

She said

In all my time here on this earth

Forget about the bridges you’ve burned

She said

And value your own self worth

Itchy Feet

It’s not that I don’t trust

The fortuitous hands of fate

But I would just prefer it

If I didn’t have to wait

Getting On With The Job

Why should they rememeber

He said

Every year

When you never even talk

About him here

Well, it’s not like they cared

She said

In the first fucking place

Back when the pain was still written

All over my face

Liberté d’Expression

I know that it must seem

She said

Like I’m arrogant and self centered

But that’s not it at all

She said

I just write how I feel uncensored

Up ↑