Random #129

“in this land
some of us fuck more than
we die
but most of us die
better than we
fuck,
and we die
piece by piece too…”

– Charles Bukowski

Random #113

'What can I give Him,
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb,
If I were a Wise Man
I would do my part,—
Yet what I can I give Him,
Give my heart.'

– Christina Rossetti

Random #60

I wake up one morning
and I’ll look at the wind
and I’ll see a song and music

Though I’ll feel nothing
and hear no tune

I’ll look behind me
and see poetry

– Anon

Writer’s Block

I try to write but the words fail.

Sit, think, smoke, exhale.

As I reach for the coffee cup,

I wonder if my time is up.

Have I forgotten you,

Is that what this is?

The reason I can no longer write this shit?

Or could it be this depression is finally lifting?

Maybe the all encompassing darkness is shifting?

Perhaps after all this time my heart is mended.

And my love affair with words has ended.

(Originally Posted 11.08.2019)

Shapes

Leave
this
place,
the
light
shape
whispers,
for
it
is
not
your
time.

I’m
staying
here,
the
dark
shape
whispers,
for
now
I
want
what’s
mine.

(Originally Posted 16.05.2019)

@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

😉

Words

It's only when you have nothing
That you realise words are everything

Words make your mind break
Words make your soul ache

Words incite you to roar
Words inspire you to soar

It's only when you have nothing
That you realise words are everything

I have nothing
But my words

(Originally Posted 16.03.2019)

 

All That Matters

Not much of this is pretty

Very little here is smart

Quite often it is shitty

But it’s always from the heart

Random #38

‘Have we enough to keep it together?

Or do we just keep on pretending,

And hope our luck is never ending…’

Only Joking

You’d
think it
would
take
some
effort

To
write
as
much
as
this

Well
please
don’t
think
me
arrogant

But
it’s
really
a piece
of piss

Old Hat

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

Dear Stevie

If we
could
meet

We’d
drink
a brew

And
maybe
share

A
laugh
or two

Yet we
would
know

At the
end of
the day

What
connects
us both

Is
life’s
decay

Catharsis

I
really
only
write

What
everyone
else is
thinking

I just
do what
comes
naturally

And
without
even
flinching

Bottom Of The Class

I
scroll
through
your words

And
realise
mine don’t
compare

For
you all
write so
beautifully

Whereas
I splurge
without
a care

Please Bear With Me

I’m
sorry
I haven’t
been
around

As
much
as I’d
like
to be

But
lately
my life
has run
aground

And
your
words
won’t
go in,

You see

Reminiscence

I could
spend
hours
writing
poetry

But
I could
never
do it
justice

How
once
upon
a time
we
had
it
all

But
now
I’ve
been
left
lifeless

Broken English

The words come

In fits and starts

All broken parts

Of what I was

And all I’ll ever be

Now you’re gone

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