I’m back
She cried
With renewed vigour
As they
Looked away
With a comical snigger
We’ve heard it
Before
They all said
As she
Stood there
And shook her head
This time
It’s true
I’ll have
Your guts!
But deep down
She knew
What a fool
She looked
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I’m back
She cried
With renewed vigour
As they
Looked away
With a comical snigger
We’ve heard it
Before
They all said
As she
Stood there
And shook her head
This time
It’s true
I’ll have
Your guts!
But deep down
She knew
What a fool
She looked
Mostly I write poems
About depression, death and heartache
Yet sometimes I write poems, it seems,
Just for writing’s sake
This was one of those poems
Even now it doesn’t make much sense
Though I had just watched Braveheart (again)
If that’s any kind of defence
Masterplan
The
candle
grows
dimmer
As my
patience
wears
thinner
Whilst
I wait
for the
steel
to bolt
My
temper
a simmer
As
you
think
you’re
the
winner
Yet I
plan my
peasants’
revolt
(Originally Posted 25.08.2020)
How can you sleep at night
She said
Just cutting me off like this
With no problem at all
She said
Despite how you persist
‘Because Enough Is Too Much’
I can explain
He said
If you want to hear it
I don’t have time
She said
For anymore bullshit
(Originally Posted 03.07.2021)
Drink this magic potion, dear
In its benefits place your trust
For come midday tomorrow
When your life’s still a shit show
You won’t see me for dust
Remember when I told you
I wished that I was dead
And you thought it was all
Just nonsense in my head
Well maybe now you’ll realise
You will finally get to see
The worst thing that you ever did
Was not to believe me
You can tell me all you want
That you can hear him
But I’ll never believe it’s true
For if he was talking to anyone
From the ‘other side’
Then it would be me, not you
Xxx
With cider
A go go
And knickers
A yo yo
The experience
A so so
Anything more
A no no
You
can’t
hold a
candle
to him
She
said
You’ll
never
know
how
we felt
I wouldn’t
go near
him with
a naked
flame
He
said
For
fear
that he
would
melt
You’ve
been
on my
mind
today
More
than
any
other
time
If only
it had
inspired
something
epic
And
not this
fucking
awful
rhyme
Can
you
turn
it
down
please
Or
better
still
Just
switch
it
off
I
can’t
watch
these
pricks
Vie
for
‘fame’
Like
pigs
at
the
trough
Focus
on what
you can
control
And
leave
behind
what
you
can’t
That
way
you’ll
find
Bob’s
your
uncle
And
Fanny
really
is your
Aunt
When
the
wine
is in
The
wit
is
out
And
it’s a
good
job
To
be
honest
As
what
else
Would
we talk
about?
I’m
already
boredTurn
it
offOf
such
nonsenseI’ve
had
enough
Please
take no
notice
of me
For I’m
as fucked
as anyone
can be
So don’t
let what
I write
enthrall
As it
is just
words,
after all
So this
is hell
then,
is itWho
knew
it would
look like
this?I
reckon
I’m going
to like
it hereBut
first
I need
a piss
When
Where
Why
What
And
Who
Amongst
Us
Gives
A
Fuck?
Destiny or
free will?
Fate
or luck?
Either way,
I have to say,
I couldn’t
give a fuck.
She told me this would happen
When we met many moons ago
She knew you were in jeopardy
That you would reap what you sow
She sent an angel to watch over you
While I sat and took the piss
I wish I’d realised then that it would all end like this
Just smile and nod
Even if what they say
Makes no fucking sense.
It’s better to be polite,
After all,
Than to punch people
In the face.