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

Universal

She said she’d written it

About herself

When I saw her

On TV

But there’s no way

She could portray

The exact same feelings

As me

We’ll Never Know

If we could go back

What would you do

Stick around for another

Drink or two?

Or would you leave me

There alone

And find someone else

To walk you home

Deadened

I wish

That things

Were different

And I could be

More in control

But my drive

Is non existent

So I’m stuck here

In this hole

Detrimental

There’s nothing worse

Than when it hurts

And that

Is all the time

Yet I’ll pretend

To the bitter end

That everything

Is fine

A Reflection

Why are you so depressing

He said

Why are your words so dark

Because my life is fucking distressing

She said

And so, therefore’s, my art

All This For Nothing

When I asked how long

You’d wait for me

“Until the end of the world”

You said

Yet it only took seconds

When her lips beckoned

For you to fuck her

Instead

In Retrospect

That’s the problem

With the past

As humans,

We tend to rose tint it

When in actual fact

If we really look back

It wasn’t quite like

How we wished it


Misrepresentation

The old days

Weren’t that good

Trust me,

I remember

(Originally Posted 27.02.2020)

“The Last Cowboy”

They say that art

Mirrors life

And my case

That was true

I decided

To stay with him

When I should

Have chosen you


Somewhere In Madison County

With one
hand
pressed
against
the door

I try
to work
out who
I love
more

And in
that split
second
I decide
to stay

I
throw
my chance
of happiness
away

(Originally Posted 27.02.2020)

Unhealthy Pursuits

Perhaps I should climb

A mountain

Or sail off

On a round the cruise

Anything to relieve

This having to grieve

After all,

What have I got to lose?


‘I Could Be Wrong / I Could Be Right…’

The
pressure
is on
to find
meaning

In
this so
called
life of
mine

But
I just
can’t
help but
feeling

That
it’s a
total
waste
of time

(Originally Posted 27.02.2020)

Believing

How I remember

Feeling this way

That nothing again

Would be OK

But now I’ve got

Some feeling back

I see a glimmer of hope

Through the crack


Grieving

Are you
sure it’s
gone

He
said

What
about
love

Compassion?

Make
no
mistake

She
said

I’ve
lost
it all

Her
face,
as it was,
ashen

(Originally Posted 18.02.2020)

This Thing Called Life

Truth is

I’m getting older

I just wish

It was wiser too

Perhaps with that

Would come the ability

To find

A little stability

And I’d maybe make it

All the way through


The Spiral

It feels like
every day I fall

A little further
down the hole

Losing just
a wee bit more

Of my body,
mind and soul

(Originally Posted 05.02.2020)

A Clean Getaway

Thankfully

I made the decision

To live without

Your endless derision

Before any more of my time

Was wasted


Poisonous Bitch

We
only
get
one
life

She
said

And
it’s
far
too
short

To
spend
with
you

(Originally Posted 03.02.2020)

Left Puzzled

Complicated relationships

May be all I’ve ever known

Yet it seems the baggage

That you come along with

By far outweighs my own


Tussle

I don’t want to just be friends

I don’t want to let this go

You may be able to walk away

But this is all I know

(Originally Posted 01.02.2021)

Happy As Larry

I envy those people

Who are not deep thinkers

Who never peek out

From behind their blinkers

They all must live

Such carefree lives

Whilst I toil away

Hiding the knives


Stood At The Urinal

Do you
ever
think
there’s
more to
life
than
this?

Fuck
knows
mate,
to be
honest,
I only
came in
for a piss

(Originally Posted 30.01.2020)

Regardless

I don’t know why

I was spared that day

And he was taken

Instead

But my life

Is hell without him

So I’d still

Be better off dead


Hindsight

If I
could
go back
to that
night

Knowing
what
I now
know

I would
hold you
in my
arms so
tight

And
never
let
you
go

Xxx

(Originally Posted 28.01.2020)

Uproar

So much changes

When your partner dies

Infinitely more

Than you would ever realise


Soul Bar(e)ing

I mourn
the loss
of us

Even more
than the
loss of
you

(Originally Posted 23.01.2020)

Crying Is Definitely For Me

“Raindrops keep falling on my head”

As that old sentimentalist croons

Well for me,

It’s not just raindrops

It’s a slew of fucking monsoons


Left Guessing

Time moves on

Yet I’m stood still

Fading away

Losing the will

As each second

Passes me by

I can’t seem to forget

Or stop asking why

(Originally Posted 19.01.2021)

The Romance Of It All

No matter how

I try to improve

Or alter my behaviour

It seems I’m destined

To forever seek

The beauty in my failure


In Vain

Each
time
I try

I always
seem
to fail

Spectacularly

(Originally Posted 05.01.2020)

Debilitating

That really does sound lovely

She said

But I can’t come out to play

Depression wins again

She said

Much to my dismay


An Illicit Kiss

I can’t
think of
anything
more
exciting

Than
sitting
under
subdued
lighting

With
your
lips
pressed
to mine

That
feeling,
divine

Now
doesn’t
that
sound
inviting?

(Originally Posted 03.01.2020)

Stalled

We’ve reached that time

In our run

Where things are beginning

To come undone

Words once so profound

Are now old and cruddy

Our parts played mostly

By the understudy

It’s such a shame

To see it end this way

And that soon our house

Will stage a different play


Theatrics

Of the love

I feel for you

I have never been

More certain

So much so

It is now time

To drop

The safety curtain

So then we can

With a fiery gusto

Both just get on

With performing our show

(Originally Posted 01.01.2021)

Qualms

An allegory for so much

This one

Love, life and death

Trying to capture that feeling

When you need to stop

And pause for breath


Keep The Engine Running

Shall
we go
ahead
and jump

He
asked

Now that
we’ve
come
this far?

I’m not
so sure,
anymore,

She
said

Let’s just
get back
in the
car

(Originally Posted 16.12.2019)

Feet First

In for a penny

In for a pound

Isn’t that what they say?

Well all I know is

If there are no strings

Then I’ll be there without delay


Cocktails At Dawn

Come over here

Let’s have a taste

As it would be a shame

If this went to waste

(Originally Posted 16.12.2020)

Clocking In

Never

Do I feel this more

Than each time I walk

Through that door


Sown Up

I don’t feel better.

I haven’t forgotten.

I’ve just stopped telling you,

How I feel.

(Originally Posted 15.12.2020)

Perfunctory

Sometimes I wonder

If I made it out alive

Or if I’m actually still dead

I mean I know

I put on a good show

But I’d rather just feel it instead


But Still Alive

Mired in madness

Subsumed in sadness

Buried here forever

Lost in blackness

(Originally Posted 12.12.2019)

Screwed

If we’d had a plan

When all this began

Perhaps we could both advance

But as things are

We’ve gone too far

And now none of us

Stand a chance


Obvious

At a
different
time

In a
different
place

The
answer
would
stare
us

Right
in the
face

(Originally Posted 30.11.2019)

‘Purple Haze’

It doesn’t hurt as much

To look nowadays

But I’ll admit

That I don’t too often

As some of the things

We got up to back then

Are probably

Best forgotten


Polaroid Memories

I can no
longer
look at
at your
face

My
eyes I
have to
sheathe

For
tears
begin
to flow
at pace

And I
can no
longer
breathe

(Originally Posted 28.11.2019)

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