"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
The worst is in the office
With the radio on
And no-one bats an eyelid
When they play our favourite song
Xxx
Name That Tune
People play
those songs
With no notion
of this pain
No idea that
when I hear them
My heart bleeds
for you again
(Originally Posted 18.12.2019)
‘You don’t want me now
But I’m gonna change your mind
Someway, somehow, oh baby…’
“Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of
weeping than you can
understand.”
– W. B Yeats
“You’ll never watch your life slide out of view…”
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)
We could have chatted
All day today
If only the sea
Had swept me away
The Beach
I’m
glad
I spoke
to you
today
Even
though
it was
only
the
wind
That
could
reply
Xxx
(Originally Posted 04.12.2020)
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)
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)
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)
“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
‘I’ll take you up to the highest heights
Let’s spread our wings and fly away’
‘Love is a losing game
One I wished I never played
Oh what a mess we made…’
“and we didn’t love each other
but we helped each other forget
that life is shit”
– Sean Hughes
“Stop breaking yourself down into bite sized pieces to serve others. Stay whole and let them choke.”
– Anon
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)
‘And every time I scratch my nails down someone else’s back I hope you feel it.
Well, can you feel it?’
“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
I’m sure that we can all recount
How we met our lovers
But some such stories
Of our former glories
Are more significant than others
Xxx
That Split Second
When I saw you
sleeping there
I couldn’t help
but stop and stare
Probably because
I was drunk too
Although nowhere
near as drunk as you
(Originally Posted 15.09.2019)
I guess
Looking back
You can’t be sure
Why you did the things you did
Reflection, it seems,
Isn’t for the dead
It is the curse
For those who live
Happy
I
miss
you
I
miss
us
I wish we
could just
go back
To
how it
was
Before
all
of this
Before
things turned
to shit
And we
were
happy
Because
we were
happy
I
was
happy
Wasn’t I?
(Originally Posted 13.09.2019)
‘You want it
You’ve got it
You took it all from me
My cheque book, my wallet
My pride and dignity…’
‘Some things are more important than ability’
Advert for a young guitar player, NME, 1989
I went back into that bookshop
Just for old times sake
And although they played
A different song today
I still remembered our first date
The Bookshop (1)
I went
in there
just now
The one
I went into
with you
They were
playing
your song
on the radio
And because
you would
have smiled,
I smiled too
(Originally Posted 08.09.2019)
We both met up again last night
And as we held each other tight
We reveled in our connection to you
Before parting in the morning hue
Your Birthday
Yesterday
we
remembered
you.
Together,
in this
city, just
us two.
We laughed,
and smoked
and drank
too much beer.
Both of us
wishing you
were still
fucking here.
Xxx
(Originally Posted 08.09.2019)
In this city
I once called home
I know I could never
Feel alone
Coming Home
It’s not
that I
love this
city
It’s that
I love
who I am
when I’m here
(Originally Posted 08.09.2019)
“And I wonder
When I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again”
Sometimes it is sadness
Sometimes it’s deep frustration
But mostly it’s just
That I still feel lost
In this whole fucking situation
Hold Me
Words
can
not
describe
the
hurt
As my
tears
fall
onto
your
shirt
Xxx
(Originally Posted 07.09.2020)
I reach
for his
hand
Every
day
But
nothing
makes
The
pain
go away
That
It’s
just not
right
That you
won’t be
here when
I look
tonight
It’s
just not
fair
That I’ll
reach for
your hand
and it won’t
be there
(Originally Posted 07.09.2019)
I wrote this one
On a train
Making my way
Back home again
I remember she asked me
Why it was I cried
‘Because he’s dead’
I replied
The Removal Van
All
my dreams
are dead.
All that’s left
is this room
inside my head,
Where you
once lived.
I wish
you’d move
back in.
(Originally Posted 07.09.2019)
I made one into a pillow
To keep with me in bed
But there’s no point in denying
I’ve spent many a night crying
Wishing it was you instead
Your Shirt
I still have it.
Your shirt.
I can feel it.
I can smell it.
I just wish you were still here.
Wearing it.
(Originally Posted 06.09.2019)
It takes me by surprise
Every year
If I can just yet through that day,
I think,
Then everthing will be ok
But it’s not
A Hard Week
Now that
the darkness
has descended
All my
happiness
has ended
Deep into
my soul
I have delved
And all
future plans
I have shelved
(Originally Posted 06.09.2019
‘Ain’t no angel going to to greet me
It’s just you and I my friend…’
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
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