There’s No Other Way

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 Haven’t Got It In Me

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)

Vive L’Hobbo!

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

Both Grinning And Bearing It

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)

Just Your Average Poet

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)

#24 The Writer

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

@little.charmer.poetry

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

😉

Cutting

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

© Me

In
order
to keep
what is
rightfully
mine

There’s
no other
choice
but to
retire
online

You’re Too Kind

Thirty
six
thousand
words

And
each
one of
them
shite

But now
I’ve
passed
one
thousand
followers

I
must
be doing
something
right

Talent(less)

I wish I could
take your plaudit

But I just write
what comes to me

My inability
to self edit

Laid bare for
all to see

Self Help

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

Questions from The Other Side

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.

He Said / She Said

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

Two Day Hangovers

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.

Musings on a Song

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

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