"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
At least you
Can look away
When the misery
Ensues
But these aren’t just
Words to me
They are actually
My issues
Well, You Asked…
Although
I find
your
writing
talent
genuinely
quite
considerable
Reading
your
words
over
again
really
does just
make me
miserable
(Originally Posted 28.01.2020)
It still amazes me
To this day
That you even read my rhymes
Don’t get me wrong, my friend
It pleases me no end
But I do worry about you, at times
Wonderland
It’s nice
to think
I matter
That what
I feel is
shared
But really
I’m as mad
as a hatter
Surely no one
else is this
impaired?
(Originally Posted 25.10.2019)
Although there is
A lot to be said
For these stream of consciousness pieces
There is a case to be made
For punctuation
As the ability to breathe decreases
Haste Ye Back
Something tells me this won’t be our last as you realise you want me and return so fast to where my arms do so openly await as we slowly allow that twist of fate to keep us ensconced together forever come hell or high water whatever the weather as the love we make is all we need for our hearts to open and minds to be freed
(Originally Posted 19.04.2020)
I love how this one
Makes me sound
Like a player extraordinaire
When really I’d rather
Read a book
Than have my legs in the air
Bluntly
Do you believe in soulmates
He asked
As he lay back in the bed
No
She said, bluntly
Now can we just fuck instead
(Originally Posted 08.03.2021)
“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
‘Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.’
– Emily Dickinson
“Books cannot be killed by fire.
People die, but books never die. No man and no force can put thought in a concentration camp forever.
No man and no force can take from the world the books that embody man’s eternal fight against tyranny.
In this war, we know, books are weapons.”
– Franklin D. Roosevelt
‘It’s so much darker when a light goes out, than it would have been if it had never shone.’
– John Steinbeck
Isn’t it just amazing
What reading aloud can do
How through someone else’s voice
Your story can feel all the more true
I’m honoured you picked this piece, my friend,
And have given it life anew
I may well have written the words
But here the credit belongs to you
A huge thanks to Matt Snyder of https://aprolicicpotpourri.art/
https://anchor.fm/matt-david-snyder/embed/episodes/The-Bakery-Aisle-ev39s1 A short story about love by my favorite writer/collaborator friend from Northern Scotland, Little Charmer.
Short Story Saturday: The Bakery Aisle
I’m not sure anyone cares
Let alone if anyone reads
Surely there’s better things to do
Than to wade between my weeds
‘Libraries gave us power
Then work came and made us free’
So I’ve recorded some of my poems
And I don’t think they’re half bad
Who knew that in speaking
There’s so much fun to be had
But now I’m in a conundrum
As I need to make a choice
Do I stay safely anonymous
Or finally reveal my voice?
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
😉
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)
They say you don’t know
What you mean to people
Whom you may never see
Well all I can say
Is I hope and pray
That no one relies on me
Read
to me
some
more
She
said
I
swoon
to the
sound
of your
voice
Tell
me
what
you
want
to
hear
He
said
You
know
it’s
always
your
choice
I
scroll
through
your words
And
realise
mine don’t
compare
For
you all
write so
beautifully
Whereas
I splurge
without
a care
I read,
read
and
read it
again
But it
doesnt
change
a thing
I can’t
take
back
what
I wrote
Or
remove
it’s
sting
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
Morning:
I
enjoyed
chatting
with
you
Even
though
it was
through
a screen
Like an
impenetrable
wall of
concrete
With a
little
crack
inbetween
Solace
comes
swiftly
to
those
who
readFor
those
who can
devour
words
are
freed
There’s
people,
people,
everywhere
Dashing
around
without
a care
Or,
at least,
that’s how
it looks
When I
glance up
from behind
my books
Some pills
make it
better
Some
make it
worse
Sometimes
the only
solace
Resides
in written
verse
I wandered lonely as a cloud
Screaming the words fuck you out loud
As, like the night, she walked in beauty
I wished someone would just come along and shoot me
As I, in the wood, took the road less travelled
I sat and cried as my mind unravelled
And as we talked between the rooms
I closed my eyes and succumbed to the fumes
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 