Ominous

I’ve never been one

For writing pretty

As you can probably tell

From this little ditty


Rhubarb

Searching
for
light

Raised
in
darkness

Our
numbers
grow

Despite
the
sparseness

(Originally Posted 22.11.2019)

Your Butterfly, Madame…

It’s better to have loved and lost

Than to never have loved at all

And it’s better to hide the knives,

I find,

To protect your abdominal wall


The Dagger

At
least
I don’t
feel pain
anymore

As my
insides
spill
to the
floor

(Originally Posted 04.09.2020)

‘Don’t Fear The Reaper’

You appear to me in a way

That is beyond my cognition

Emerging slowly into the light

As a ghostly apparition

I hear you whisper softly

How it is now your mission

To close the void between us

And put an end to Deaths partition


Mausoleum

In
the
graveyard

Of
my
mind

Is
where
the
memories

Of
us
reside

So
when
I’m
alone

In
the
dead
of
night

I
walk
the
tombs

Of
our
love’s
plight

(Originally Posted 23.06.2020)

Gotcha!

Made me laugh out loud, this one

As it really is quite blunt

It never ceases to amaze me

How I can be such a

Con trol freak, at times


Trust Issues

Somebody
once
told
me

It will
all be
OK in
the end

Well, that
person
lied
to me

And so
is no
longer
my friend

(Originally Posted 16.06.2020)

Fun

That thing

You were speaking of

Well, I think I’ve found it

Now I’m out of my head

And in your bed

I don’t think I’ll ever quit

Losing The Will

I can’t think of another ditty

Or come up with a different rhyme

Not when what I write is so shitty

More than half of the time

Speak Up

I can empathise

And respond in kind

Take my cue

From many a sign

But there is no way

I can read your mind

Down a silent

Telephone line

Sorry Not Sorry

So now you’re back

You think I’ll crack

And give you my heart again

Well I’ve changed tack

And jumped into the sack

With your (much fitter) best friend

Dirty Minds

As you don’t seem

To get it

I’ll explain it again

Real quick

It wasn’t your love

I wanted

It was merely your

Conversation

#9 The Nurse

It was she

Who stopped my hands from shaking

She

Who stopped my head from aching

She

Who stopped my voice from quaking

So why can’t she stop

My heart from breaking?

John 20:23

Forgive and forget

That’s what they say

Be the bigger person

Just walk away

Well I must be cut

From a different cloth

For I’ll never tire

Of unleashing my wroth

Breakfast

I know that it

Has been a while

But sure as eggs is eggs

You do have such

A winning smile

And a cracking pair of legs

The Birds

Looking up to the sky

This foreboding feeling grows

As I see the unkindness of ravens

And hear the murder of crows

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

Black Letter Days

Are 
you
sure
we're
done
here

He
said

You've
got
nothing
more to
say?

Other
than
shove
those
candles
up your
arse

She
said

Happy
fucking
birthday!

Quickstep

Run around

Jump up and down

There’s a new love in town!

He’s really neat

And ever so sweet

This black heart skips a beat

I think that now

I’m ready for more

I want him to whisk me

Across the dancefloor

‘You In The Jesus Sandals’

“If I was to ever

Look for another muse

It wouldn’t be you

Who I would choose

For I’d much rather

Pick someone smart

With the open mind of a Liberal

But without the bleeding heart”

Going Too Far

Lying 
here
in
this
strange
bed

Wondering
what
was
going on
inside
my head

Trying
to
ignore
this
feeling
of dread

Wishing
I had
chosen
to stay
at home
instead

(High)lands

Let us 
roam
amongst
the
heather

Laugh
out loud
betwixt
the
blether

Kiss
amidst
this
stormy
weather

Until
we
come
undone
together

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