"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Sometimes I read these and wonder
With all my insults and barbs
If I really have missed my calling
Writing alternative greetings cards
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
Oh, and
happy
birthday!
(Originally Posted 10.02.2021)
I only did this style
A handful of times
And reading back
I see why
As it seems
My particular
Stream of consciousness
Reveals nothing
But utter shite
Sick Of It All
I feel
so small
my skin
crawls
with the
itch of a
thousand
years
eyes
bawl
from the
pain
while
all the
time you
laugh
from
behind
the wall
ready to
hurl
your
next
curveball
my way
(Originally Posted 15.11.2019)
I cannot deny
That there are times
When I imagine the singer in the sack
But mostly the guy
Who really catches my eye
Is the one with the sticks at the back
‘Outlandos d’Amour’
As my
soul
swoons
to his
song
And my
toes
tap to
his
tunes
I
remember
the
romantic
revelry
Of
those
academic
afternoons
(Originally Posted 22.09.2020)
There are those cut out
For DIY
And those who simply are not
You were always one
Who may have had fun
But were never as good as you thought
Xxx
Precipice
Grab
onto
this
He
said
It’ll
be
okay
It’s
one
I made
myself
I’m
not so
sure
She
said
That
it’ll
be
safe
I’ve
seen
you
put
up a
shelf
(Originally Posted 18.08.2020)
My only haiku
A skill I do not possess
Best not try again
Searching For A Haiku
Out walking alone
Serotonin in winter
Remains elusive
(Originally Posted 17.05.2021)
I always assumed
Because I did it with ease
That you’d find it straightforward too
But I’ve come to realise
In the cold light of day
I was just better at it than you
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 