I think it’s unfair
To suggest
I use my childhood
As a shield
When, in fact,
It’s the way they act
That makes me
Unwilling
To yield
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I think it’s unfair
To suggest
I use my childhood
As a shield
When, in fact,
It’s the way they act
That makes me
Unwilling
To yield
You can tell me ’til
You’re blue in the face
But there’s no way
That I’ll hear it
It may sound cliché
But for me to stay
You’ll just have
To let me feel it
“Oh, how I’ve missed this”
She said
Running her hands
Through his hair
That he wasn’t the first
Of the day for her
Was neither here
Nor there
Do you think
It helps
He said
Writing these wry
Little observations
Well, I would
Rather that
She said
Than suffer
Endless conversations
You should get out
For a walk
He said
It’s great
For your mental health
I trust
Your poxy advice
She said
Even less
Than I trust myself
I don’t think
You appreciate
How hard it is
To stay on track
When the only steps
Available
Are two forward
And three back
It’s funny how things turn out
She said
As she tugged on her costume straps
When I was here
Last year
She said
My mind had all but collapsed
I knew after I’d entered the water
She said
That there would be no doubt
As I had decided
Feeling like I did
Death was the only way out
But these last few months I have learned
She said
Through medication and therapy
Having survived that blip
A communal dip
Is now more than enough for me
Tell me about yourself
He said
I’m here to listen
Not talk
There’s nothing left to say
She said
As every ware I’ve had
I’ve hawked
There’s only so much you can take
He said
Before you’ll break down for good
If you don’t think I’m screwed already
She said
Then you’ve clearly misunderstood
Life is better
He said
Than it was
Your progress
You can’t deny
That doesn’t mean
She said
I don’t still dream
Of stabbing you
In the eye
It took me a while
To realise it
However, it seems,
I’m built for this shit
Now that all
The talking’s done
And those strategies
Have been deployed
It is time to face
The reality
I’ve tried so hard
To avoid
Well thank fuck for that
She said
As she walked away
With her empty head
Fair And Square
One
thousand
poems
And I am
finally
done
This
battle is
now over
And my
war has
been won
(Originally Posted 29.02.2020)
I know you don’t want to hear it
But you can’t run before you can walk
There is no way to beat it
So it’s best to just sit down and talk
Cheats Never Prosper
If there is one thing
I have learned
It’s that you cannot skip
The stages
Even if that means
Moving forward
Feels like it’s taking
Fucking ages
If you jump
Too far forward
You’ll only fall
Further back
And all you’re doing
Is storing your pain
For further
Down the track
(Originally Posted 23.01.2021)
You’re in a safe space here
She said
I’ve helped people like you before
The only reason that worked
She said
Is because they wanted to talk
The Rebuttal
You
know
nothing
about me
You
sanctimonious
cunt
Now fuck
off and
leave me
alone
(Originally Posted 15.11.2019)
I’ve really tried hard
These last few years
To become more authentic
But I fear in trying
To come out of hiding
I just look even more eccentric
‘Getting Away With It’
I’m
pretty
good
at it
now
Hiding
all
my
flaws
Thank
God
you
don’t
see
The
real
me
The
one
that’s
such a
fraud
(Originally Posted 09.11.2020)
It’s been nearly three weeks now
That I’ve been off the booze
Choosing to cope instead
With the pain in my head
By getting some new tattoos
Therapy?
No
matter
what
the
guidelines
say
Or
how
many
braincells
may be
lost
I’ll
slay
my
dragons
my way,
thanks
And
live
with
whatever
the
cost
(Originally Posted 05.10.2020)
I know it seems
Like I’m really evil
Always ranting and raving
And wishing ill on people
But, honestly, my poetry
Is just an outlet
I think you’d quite like me, actually,
If we ever met
Best Wishes
Enjoy
your
cake
You fat
fucking
snake
I hope
you
choke
and
die
Don’t
mind
me
As I
drink
my
tea
And
watch
the
world
go by
(Originally Posted 29.09.2020)
Once, I thought
I had no choice
But my innermost feeling to hide
But now I know
That given room to grow
I can wear my scars with pride
Another Notch
A
little
nick
here
A
little
cut
there
It
doesn’t
hurt
anymore
Not
that
I’d
care…
(Originally Posted 19.09.2019)
Modern medicine hasn’t helped
She said
No pill or therapy
Then you’ve done the right thing
It said
By coming to talk to me
Witchcraft
I thought
talking
would make
it easier
But if
anything
it’s made
it worse
It seems
there is
nothing
I can do
To rid
myself
of this
curse
(Originally Posted 18.09.2019)
If only I had a pound
For each session that started like this
I wouldn’t need a whip-round
For a better therapist
On The Couch
What’s worrying you today,
He asks.
Everything,
I reply.
(Originally Posted 14.08.2020)
You should stop the negative self talk
He said
And just give yourself a break
I’m not sure if that’s possible
She said
With the destruction I’ve left in my wake
Adjourned
Those
words
you
spoke
so softly
Are
etched
upon
my
brain
A
reminder
of
how
I really
did
Fuck
things
up
again
(Originally Posted 05.07.2020)
So I’m hearing you say you feel empty
He said
Could you expand further on this
Haven’t you heard enough
She said
To put an end to this bullshit
Such A Cliché
I don’t
know if
you’re
aware
She
said
But
I’ve
been
feeling
rather
down
Let me
fetch my
notebook
He
said
Reaching
forward
with a
frown
(Originally Posted 26.05.2020)
You should start a diary
He said
And we can talk it through next week
I’ve been keeping one for years
She said
If you’d like to sneak a peek
‘What’s Good For The Goose…’
Just write it down
He said
How hard can it be
But he had never encountered
Someone as fucked up as me
(Originally Posted 25.04.2020)
The scars I carry
Across my body
May well be off the chart
But now I focus
On pulling myself together
Instead of tearing myself apart
Relief
As I
open
up my
scars
The
blood
flows
once
more
As I
begin
to see
stars
I fall,
sated,
to the
floor
(Originally Posted 03.04.2020)
I remember the inspiration
For this one
It was based on
A session I’d had
With a particularly
Shitty therapist
Back when I
Was clinically mad
He said my struggles
Were my own fault
And to get better
I ‘must try harder’
Yet I was the one
Who apologised to him
Like I was forced to
With my father
I’ve realised since
That I’d been conditioned
To seek out
The approval of men
To say sorry
For my shortcomings
To promise never
To do it again
But I
Am getting older now
And I can feel
The strength in myself
So all those men
Who have fucked me over
Can go and rot
In hell
Must Try Harder
You must try harder, he says
Harder to smile
Harder to laugh
Harder to forgive
Harder to forget
Harder to live again
Harder to love again
You must try harder, he says
I can’t, she whispers
I’m sorry
(Originally Posted 24.03.2019)
I am still amazed
To this day
That anyone continues reading
Who knew there could be
Such a community
For those with hearts that are bleeding
Nobody’s Hero
Please
take no
notice
of me
For I’m
as fucked
as anyone
can be
So don’t
let what
I write
enthrall
As they
are just
words,
after all
(Originally Posted 16.03.2020)
Come sit in the comfy chair
And I’ll tell you why you’re ill
We’ve got all night
To spend speaking shite
When your insurance is footing the bill
Tell me all about your life
He said
And what has happened to you
You’ll need to give me a minute
She said
To think all this shit through
I knew from the beginning
He said
Within you there was a spark
Writing is now a passion
She said
With misery my trademark
If only I could tell you
But you wouldn’t understand
I don’t know how to open up
Or even if I can
Sharing how I feel with you
Would be difficult at best
So I will just keep trudging on
With my cards close to my chest
Thanks for talking to me
He said
I hope it was of some worth
Thank you for listening
She said
It brought me back to earth
Just because you didn’t hear it
She said
Doesn’t mean it didn’t speak
I think perhaps you should discuss it
He said
With your psychiatrist next week
52,806 words
Who knew death could be so productive?
How long is normal
To feel empty inside
Because I still do
Ever since he died
I know it’s not
For the faint of heart
But it helps me
Every day
So just deal with it
Or not
As I’m not arsed
Either way
Words spill
Onto the page
Just like the blood
From my veins
In case you don’t come back
He said
You did really well today
Thank you very much
She said
But I don’t believe a word you say
You just have to remember
He said
You can’t pour from an empty cup
Well mine is smashed to smithereens
She said
So how the fuck do I fill it up?
What is it going to take
He said
For you to open up to me?
Another bottle of wine for starters
She said
And a money back guarantee
Why don’t you tell him what happened
He said
Instead of just writing it down
Because I don’t want him to know
She said
I couldn’t bear to see his frown
If I don’t talk about myself negatively
She said
Then I’ve got nothing much to say
Well perhaps I can try to help you
He said
See yourself in a different way
I cry a lot more now
Even at the silliest thing
My therapist says it’s better
Than trying to keep it all in
You’ve now outstayed a welcome
That you were never fucking given
So if you would kindly
Piss off please
I can get back to living
I used to be quite angry
But now I just feel numb
It’s not what you’ve said
That’s messed with my head
But everything else you’ve done
Sometimes it's easy to think about you.
Our memories overwhelm me,
I feel the touch of your hand in mine,
and my eyes sparkle with joyous delight.
Sometimes I can't think about you at all.
My brain shuts off the pathway to the pain,
My lungs stop taking in air,
and my heart, momentarily, stops beating.
Sometimes it's easy to talk about you.
Words fall from my mouth,
stories flow like vintage wine,
and my smile is as wide as the horizon.
Sometimes I can't talk about you at all.
Sentences fail to form in my head,
my voice dries up like a parched riverbed,
and my mouth is clamped like a vice.
(Originally Posted 22.03.2019)
Today has
been like
scratching
a brick wall
I didn’t
see this
one coming
at all
Everything
I’ve done
has made me
feel worse
I cannot
shrug this
nightmarish
curse
It feels
ridiculously
melodramatic
to say
But I
really don’t
think there’s
another way
All that
appeals
to me now
is that rope
As finally
it seems I’ve
abandoned
all hope
(Originally Posted 21.08.2019)
The monster who lives
Under my bed
Whispers again
Why aren’t you dead
Berating me
For writing instead
When all the time
That rope’s still in the shed
I really
try my
best to
cope and
not just
sit around
and mope
but as
time moves
on I
know there’s
no hope
I can
forget the
past and
avoid the
rope that
silently
whispers my
name(Originally Posted 02.07.2019)
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)
I scythe these words
Across the page
To allow my pain to flow
I find it leaves
Much less of a scar
Than other ways I know
I
wonder
what
you
think
of meNow
you
know my
vulnerabilityDo
you
care
for
what
you
seeOr
will
this
all end
predictably?
No
matter
what
the
guidelines
say
Or
how
many
braincells
may be
lost
I’ll
slay
my
dragons
my way
thanks
And
live
with
whatever
the
cost
What’s worrying you today,
He asks.
Everything,
I reply.
The
packet
cracks
As
the
tablet
snaps
And I
glug it
down
with
water
My
whole
body
contracts
As
I face
the
facts
That
I am my
mother’s
daughter
How
many
more
times
Must
I walk
this
path
Surely
I’ve
done it
enough
times now
To
find
my own
way
back
Just write it down
They said
How hard can it be
But they’d never encountered
Someone as fucked up as me
What
is the
point
in any
of this
In
trying
so hard
all this
time?
What
do I
hope to
achieve
anyway
By
writing
this
useless
rhyme?
It was
exactly
one
year
ago
today
That I
entered
into
this
WordPress
fray
Thank
you to
everyone
for bringing
me such
happiness
Despite
all
of my
unrelenting
crappiness
I’d
like to
cancel my
appointment
I don’t
want
to see
you today
What’s
the point
in getting
out of bed
When
you can’t
help me
anyway?
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