It may be the season
To be jolly
But for this heathen
There is no such folly
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
It may be the season
To be jolly
But for this heathen
There is no such folly
I hope
You’re sleeping soundly
All tucked up
In your bed
I hope that guilt
Isn’t shouting too loudly
Inside your pretty
Little head
I hope
You’re remembering proudly
All those actions
That you took
And I hope
You’re realising quite roundly
How I no longer
Give a fuck
What do you do
When times get tough
And the love you have
Just isn’t enough
When you can’t see a way
Through all this stuff
And you’re both now stranded
In the rough
Having realised that
When all’s said and done
There is no such thing
As a hole in one
Fuck knows why
I picked a zoo
I couldn’t think
Of anything worse
Starting something
Amid such abuse
Could only prove
To be a curse
Swipe Right
How’s
about
it
Just
us
two
Fancy
a
walk
Visit
the
zoo
Get
a
beer
Eat
some
food
Spend
the
night
Being
terribly
rude
(Originally Posted 25.02.2020)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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
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
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
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
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
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?
Time is running out
She said
Remember we’re on the clock
I wish you’d just stop checking
He said
And focus on my… shoulder
With cider
A go go
And knickers
A yo yo
The experience
A so so
Anything more
A no no
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
Down a shot
Smoke a blunt
Either way
You’re still a cunt
Nobody says ‘potahto’
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
Looking up to the sky
This foreboding feeling grows
As I see the unkindness of ravens
And hear the murder of crows
Life without you recently
Certainly has been gloomy
Even if my heart is now
That little bit more roomy
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
Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is a pain
In the proverbial behind
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!
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
“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”
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
Let us
roam
amongst
the
heather
Laugh
out loud
betwixt
the
blether
Kiss
amidst
this
stormy
weather
Until
we
come
undone
together
If only I could
If only you would
But we both know it couldn’t
Come to any good
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