"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Some people must think
My words are so bleak
That they no longer
Wish to scroll
But all I see
With poems like these
Is a humour
As black as coal
‘Mistletoe & Whine’
Just piss
off with your
Christmas shit
All this
Ho, Ho,
Fucking Ho…
Not
everyone
appreciates it
Some of us
are depressed,
you know
(Originally Posted 23.12.2019)
What’s the point
In dressing it up
And trying to be all poetic
Telling the truth
However uncouth
Will forever be my aesthetic
Blunt
I
wish
you
were
here
with
me
But
instead
I’m
all
alone
If
only
you
would
write
a letter
Or
call
me on
the
phone
It
would be
wonderful
to FaceTime
Or
if
you
texted
me
instead
But
I know
you
won’t
do any
of these
You
can’t
Because
you’re
dead
(Originally Posted 08.10.2020)
I doubt I’d manage a short story these days
Never mind anything more
Writing three or four lines
Is a struggle at times
So a novel seems too much to hope for
Small Minds
One
day
I will
write
novels
All
about
you
and
me
Of
how
we left
those
hovels
And
found
our
sanctuary
(Originally Posted 13.09.20)
Our dearest Hobbo
It’s impossible to show
Just how much we’ll surely miss thee
But until when
We may meet again
We’ll have the ever ebullient Brie!
😊🖤
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The ever ebullient Brie; a cheesy story
Yet I didn’t slip away
Quietly
I remained
And caused a fuss
I got my head down
And stuck around
To tell the story
Of us
‘Slip Away, Quietly’
All
happiness
is fleeting
All
sadness
is depleting
I am
no longer
competing
As from
sanity
I am
retreating
(Originally Posted 14.08.2019)
I have been here
Just over three years
With 2,500 posts to boot
So if you still don’t know
To expect a shit show
Then there’s nothing else I can do
Brutal Is My Middle Name
And honest
Is my first
Do not bother
Reading on
Without expecting
The worst
(Originally Posted 01.05.2020)
Full of bleeding heart
That’s me
Slowly dying
For all to see
Hoping for words
To set the world alight
As I scribble away
In the dead of night
So I’ve opened up an Insta
After discussion with some friends
As not only am I interested
In the efforts others have invested
But also who might slide into my DM’s
😉
I scythe these words
Across the page
To allow my pain to flow
I find it leaves
Much less of a scar
Than other ways I know
In
order
to keep
what is
rightfully
mine
There’s
no other
choice
but to
retire
online
Thirty
six
thousand
words
And
each
one of
them
shite
But now
I’ve
passed
one
thousand
followers
I
must
be doing
something
right
The words come
In fits and starts
All broken parts
Of what I was
And all I’ll ever be
Now you’re gone
I wish I could
take your plauditBut I just write
what comes to meMy inability
to self editLaid bare for
all to see
Words
pour
out
of me
Like
wax
from
a candle
If only
I’d
known
before
now
That
writing
would be
too hot to
handle
Why
do you
write
these
poems
He
said
If
you’re
not
going
to show
everyone?
Because
these
words
are
my life
She
said
They
are
not
for
just
anyone
How do you
want me to feel?
Guilty for trying?
Because I am not.
Guilty for crying?
Because I am not.
Guilty for lying?
Because I am not.
Guilty for dying?
Because I am not.
One day
You might be somebody’s something
He said
But today
I am nobody’s nothing
She said
One day
Somebody might love you
He said
But today
Nobody does
She said
You can take a tablet to halt a head ache.
You can eat a sandwich to settle a queasy stomach.
You can sleep a while to revive your weary bones.
But the self loathing?
That shit lingers on inside your head for days. And there’s nothing you can do to help that.
God, hangovers are awful.
I know you’re there…
We are so close but so far away
You are listening and so am I
You remember and so do I
If only things were different
But they never could be
No-one is that lucky
'It is what it is'
After all
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 