Triggered

They’re always there

Behind my eyes

Just waiting

For their time to pour

Anything and everything

Can set them free

With no reason why

Or even wherefore

#3 The Victim

If only you’d seen

What these eyes have seen

Perhaps then

You could understand

If it was you crying

As he lay dying

You’d know why I made

That demand

Poets Of A Generation

I don’t understand why

He said

In this day and age

You’d go back to Floyd, Mac and Drake

To ignore the beauty

She said

Of those who’ve gone before

Would be a big mistake

Six And Two Threes

Who was the worst

Me or you

Does it even matter

Who did what to who

Now we have both

Taken the fall

To still keep score

Really means fuck all

Settling

Do you still think of me, I wonder

Like I still think of you

Or ever since you moved away

Have your feelings gone astray

And now you just make do

Sláinte!

New friends

Old friends

Friends I’ve yet to meet

I hope and pray

One day you’ll say

That I was right up your street

Peace Time

I have no interest in going back

Or to stroll down memory lane

I just want this war to end

And to move on from all this pain

Community

If it takes a village to raise a child

Then my neighbours must have been out

Because I pretty much

Dragged myself up

Of that there is no doubt

Daddy Dearest

Call me your sweetheart again

She said

And I’ll punch you in the face

For you never earned that right

She said

In the first fucking place

Random #70

I sort of came to the conclusion that misery is the natural state.

And if you get two decent minutes a day then that’s alright.’

– Nicky Wire

For L.

I miss you today

More than ever

Sitting outside in

This stunning weather

If only we could meet again

Even after all this time

As we’d still have

Such a fucking laugh

And drain a bottle (or two) of wine

Galore

I wish I’d known you then

He said

When you offered so much more

Now it’s only apathy

She said

And neuroses galore

Sex With The Ex

There’s a small amount of comfort

But it quickly becomes a chore

And when he tries to converse

You remember why he’s such a bore

The Expert

You just have to remember

He said

You can’t pour from an empty cup

Well mine is smashed to smithereens

She said

So how the fuck do I fill it up?

Insurance

What is it going to take

He said

For you to open up to me?

Another bottle of wine for starters

She said

And a money back guarantee

Protection

Why don’t you tell him what happened

He said

Instead of just writing it down

Because I don’t want him to know

She said

I couldn’t bear to see his frown

Self Talk

If I don’t talk about myself negatively

She said

Then I’ve got nothing much to say

Well perhaps I can try to help you

He said

See yourself in a different way

Rent Free

You’ve now outstayed a welcome

That you were never fucking given

So if you would kindly

Piss off please

I can get back to living

Honesty At Year Three

So today marks the beginning

Of WordPress year three

Happy two year anniversary to me

Quite a lot has changed

Since that first post

Not least the number of people

Seemingly engrossed

In reading my innermost thoughts and feelings

Which I admit even now

I have a hard time believing

For there are far more talented writers here than me

Whose focus isn’t madness, sadness or profanity

Yet as I’ve looked back over posts of the past

I see my words gradually getting lighter

Perhaps this is due, in part,

To my life being that little bit brighter

So, I hear you ask, will my future posts just become asinine?

Well, I suppose, your guess is as good as mine

But one things for sure

You’ll still find me here beneath the armour

Writing, posting and chatting

As your ever grateful Little Charmer

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