I’m finally closing the curtains
In the windows of my mind
Another bleeding heart
With wisdom left to impart
You will have to find
Last Post
This is
My last post
Everything
Has been written
All sides
Of this cherry
Are now
Thoroughly bitten
Down The Back Of The Sofa
Does anybody know
What we are searching for?
Or where we’re supposed to look?
Because my motivation
Is fading
And it’s getting harder to give a fuck
Pens Down
Nothing lasts
Forever
You know
Not you
Not me
And certainly not my poetry
Happy Things
I've tried to write about happy things
But the words don't seem to flow
Perhaps I've forgotten happy things
And sadness is all I know
(Originally Posted 03.04.2019)
Finding Fault
All
you
do
He
said
Is
whine
and
moan
I'm
surprised
anyone
reads
this
pish
Well,
perhaps
if you
She
said
Weren't
such a
prick
My
words
wouldn't
so easily
flourish
You Know You Want To
Different lives
Different choices
If only we had the confidence
To listen to those voices
I Don’t Need You – Not That I Ever Did
I am no longer who I was
I am now someone more
And although I’m alone
I’ll find my own way home
That’s for fucking sure
‘This Is The End…’
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
A Kind Man
A kind man once said to me
You can be anything you want to be
But it’s hard to believe that you could matter
In amongst all this chatter
A kind man once said to me
You can do anything you want to do
But it’s hard to believe that could be true
When you live your life as I do
A kind man once said to me
You can say whatever you want
But it’s hard to believe you could speak that way
When you’ve never felt that it’s okay
A kind man once said to me
You are capable of more than you think
But it’s hard to believe you could make that link
As your heart, once more, begins to sink
Mother’s Ruin
As
the rot
starts
to set
in
I
pour
myself
another
gin
To
silence
the pain
in my
head
As
the
thoughts
seem to
shift
My
mood
starts
to
lift
And
I can
finally
get out
of bed
An Apathetic Author
It’s
hard to
write
it all
down
What
I’ve
been
feeling
inside
But now
is the
time to
start
again
For the
truth
I’ll no
longer
hide
Flightless Bird
If only
I believed
you
Things
would be
so different
If only I
was who
you see
Life
could be
magnificent
Pre Booked Fun
Are you
sure I
have to
come out
tonight
As I
really
can’t
be
arsed
Apart
from
anything
my face is
a fright
And the
will
to get
dressed
is sparse
The Writer’s Anguish
I don’t
think
I have
anything
to say
Today
Perhaps
there
will be
more
sorrow
Tomorrow
So I
will
wait to
pick up
my pen
Then
For I
fear I
wouldn’t
even
know how
Now
The Night Shift
Is it
too late
to phone
in sick?
For life…
