Imperfectly Perfect

All those memories

Good and bad

Making me smile

Driving me mad

Yet lying here

It makes me sad

As we never knew

Quite what we had


The Old Days

Waking along
this empty street

Splashing puddles
with my feet

I remember when
we used to meet

And my broken heart
skips a beat

(Originally Posted 05.12.2019)

(High)lands Reprise

As I stand here

Taking snaps

Comparing them

To years past

I am struck

By the magnitude

Of how much I now

Love my solitude


(High)lands

Let us
roam
amongst
the
heather

Laugh
out loud 
betwixt
the
blether

Kiss
amidst
this
stormy
weather

Until
we
come
undone
together

(Originally Posted 03.12.2020)

Unlearning

Why do you still deny yourself

He said

You more than deserve some happiness

It’s like I’ll never be free

She said

From the memory of all the nastiness


Forbidden Love

Come
a little
closer,

He
said,

I want
to see
your
face.

Just
you
stay
away,

She
said,

I daren’t
risk
another
embrace.

(Originally Posted 03.12.2019)

‘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)

Magnitude

You may well have been dead

Nearly four years to the day

Yet you still have the power

To take my breath away

Xxx


A Different Coat

I cried for
hours this
morning

I found your
notebook in
my pocket

Now I’ve
started to
read it

I don’t
know how
to stop it

(Originally Posted 19.11.2019)

Upping Sticks

When I think over

These last few years

I really have suffered a lot

So my house may well

Now be up for sale

But my heart definitely is not


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

(Originally Posted 17.11.2019)

Random #255

“The darkened space of The King’s Head downstairs room. Tuesday nights are set aside for poetry.

Every week they discussed the purpose of poetry in modern society, and every week they came to the same conclusion.

That poetry is enlightenment.

It’s questioning the norm, to try to find an understanding, to push forward ideas, to discover half truths, to open a forum for debate, to bring people together.”

– Sean Hughes

“The Inexorable March Of Time”

That day

Still comes

Every year

Despite

My avoidance

As it

Draws near


One Year Ago

If I
just
don’t
think
about
it

Then
maybe
that
day
won’t
come

I’m
just
not
sure
I can
face it

When
all
is
said
and
done

(Originally Posted 11.11.2019)

Puppy Love

Well I know exactly

What I think of you

All blotchy and balding

At forty two

Now I’m glad we split

At our old school gates

Back when I was seven

And you were eight


High School Reunions

I
wonder
what

You’d
think
of me
now

Fat,
forty
and
fucked

Would
you
still
love me
forever

Want
to be
together
whatever

Or be
thankful
for the
life
you
ducked

(Originally Posted 10.11.2020)

Changing The Scenery

The car is booked

My bags are packed

But I’m not yet sure

If I’m coming back


The Ends Of The Earth

I really
cannot
wait to
drive

All
along
that
rugged
coast

To
settle
in those
mountains

And
mourn
who
I miss
the most

Xxx

(Originally Posted 06.11.2020)

Random #253

“What you really want is someone you can hang around with on a Sunday afternoon and watch a TV show with, and do nothing, and feel like it’s the most fun ever.”

– Aziz Ansari

Random #251

“and we didn’t love each other
but we helped each other forget
that life is shit”

– Sean Hughes

Stuck On Repeat

I must be one of those people

Who really gets off on pain

As since he died

On this song I’ve imbibed

Again and again and again


Masochism

Every time
I hear
this song

It brings
tears to
my eyes

And pain
to my
heart

A reminder of
all I’ve come
to despise

And how
we’ll forever
be apart

I should
just press
stop

Switch
off the
laptop

And
walk
away…

(Originally Posted 24.10.2019)

I’m Fucked If I Know

I am guessing

From the title

That this one is about sex

Though I accept the fact

It is pretty abstract

So the truth may well be more complex


Bodies

When you push

And I pull

My head is silent

But my heart is full

(Originally Posted 10.10.2019)

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)

Mistaking Kindness For Desire

I have never spoken

About that night

As to betray him

Would be be unfair

He only hit on me

Because he was ill, you see,

And his ability to judge

Impaired


Indiscretion

It was
what
it was

And
whilst
we
had
fun

Now
it is
what
it is

The
guilt
has
begun

(Originally Posted 01.10.2019)

Random #241

“Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.”

– Oscar Wilde

The Torrance Inn Champions 1998

It was the last round

Music, of course

When I’d already sunk a few

But it was my knowledge

Of old Liverpudlian Soul

That really pulled us through


The Pub Quiz

What was I saying?

What was I..?

Ach, don’t mind me,

I’m drunk.

*Hic*.

(Originally Posted 20.09.2019)

Bleeding Fingers

I can actually remember this

Like it was yesterday

That night when I

Had had enough

And finally walked away


A New Dawn

Everything
changed
when I
walked out
of there

The feel of
the breeze
and the
warmth
of the air

For once
in my life
I just
stopped
fighting

And I
suddenly
found life
much more
inviting

(Originally Posted 17.09.2019)

Random #240

“And so, I checked all the registered historical facts
And I was shocked into shame to discover
How I’m the 18th pale descendant
Of some old queen or other”

42%

I can clearly remember

Their wedding day

All of that promise

On display

It’s such a shame

It ended that way

And now love’s young dream

Has faded away


The(ir) Split

It’s
not
about
what
she
did

Or
what
he did
either
to be
fair

It’s
about
how
it has
made
me feel

As for
the
rest
I could
not
care

(Originally Posted 16.09.2020)

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