Ruminating

Will
there be
someone
else
for me

Or
will
I forever
remain
bereft?

For
all I’ve
felt is
numb
you see

Ever
since
the day
you
left

Ter(rain)

I’ll
take
your
hand

If
you
are
frightened

I’ll
hold
you
hair

If
you
get
sick

I’ll
even
lead
you

To
the
path
of
enlightenment

If
you’re
really
fucking
quick

Stale

He
reaches
over for
my hand

Thinking
that
I’ll
understand

But
I don’t

He’s
hoping
that
I will
be grand

Living
in this
no man’s
land

But
I won’t

Staid

Is
that
it
now

Are
we
finally
done?

As I
would
like
to go
out
now

And
have
a bit
of
fun

Three Score And Ten

Some
days
it feels
like
forever

Others
it feels
like a
minute

But no
matter
how
much
time has
passed

Life’s
still
shit
without
you
in it

Xxx

(Never) Ending Hostilities

Whoever
told
me to
forgive
you was
wrong

There’s
no way
we can
ever
get
along

For
you
are
just a
loathsome
swine

Who’s
not worth
another
second
of my
time

Circling

Like
vultures

Eyeing up
the bones

Of those of us
who went before

Now rotting
on the stones

It’s The Small Things That Hurt The Most

How long does it take

To only reach for one mug

To only set out one plate

To programme the heating to come on at seven

Instead of leaving it too late

To only buy one pint of milk

To only get one lottery ticket

To stop saying hello as you walk in the house

Because there’s none else in it

‘Interlude’

Time has dragged on today

Even more than most

It started off quite well too

Sitting down with tea and toast

But then the clock seemed to stop

At some point this afternoon

When opening up my laptop

Did nothing to lift the gloom

And as the evening drew itself in

I’ve sat here all alone

Thouroughly bored in my own skin

Barely stifling a groan

So now I guess I’ll go to bed

And lie there on my own

Until the clock stops in my head

And I dream in monochrome

Hail Mary

You’d think
now I
have more
time on
my hands

I’d be
thinking
about the
future and
making plans

Yet I
sit here
dwelling on
that one
transgression

Knowing
it’s too
late now
give my
confession

Stricken

Recent
events
have
taken
their
toll

On
my
body
and
my
mind

I
just
wish
I
could
go
back
to
when

I
didn’t
feel
so
sick
inside

Tributary

The love
I once
had to
give

Ran so
deep
and
wide

But now,
it seems,
the river
is dry

As I’m
all but
dead
inside

Pen & Paper(less)

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?

Eighteen Months

It’s
all
still
so
fucking
surreal

I
can’t
get my
head
around
it

Fuck
knows
what
I am
supposed
to feel

Let
alone
how
to
explain
it

The Spiral

It feels like
every day I fall

A little further
down the hole

Losing just
a wee bit more

Of my mind,
body and soul

Impressed

If
only
you
were
still
here

You
would
be so
proud
of me

Of how
I now
stick
up for
myself

And how
I’m
living
my life
care
free

Hurry Up

How
much
longer
will this
take?

How
many
choices
must I
make?

Before
I finally
get
what
I want

And you
stop
being
such a
cunt

Who Gives A Shit

Have
I
done
the
wrong
thing
again?

I
suppose
only
time
will
tell

Until
then
I’ll
try to
keep
myself
sane

Whilst
preparing
to
burn
in
hell

Tick Tock

There’s
nothing more
likely to
piss me off

Than the
metronomic
sound of a
clock

For the
counting
of time as
quantifiable

Mocks me
in a way
that is
undeniable

A Little More

As I fall
apart
a little
more
each day

I wonder
if I’ll
always
feel
this way

How
much
lower
can I
sink?

Who will
pull me
back
from the
brink?

Purgatory

I guess that
only time will tell

How long I’ll spend
living in this hell

Waiting for
the axe to fall

Wondering when
to end it all

That Split Second

When I saw you
sleeping there

I couldn’t help
but stop and stare

Probably because
I was drunk too

Although nowhere
near as drunk as you

I had to walk over
and poke the bear

A Risky Business

We really
shouldn’t
do this,
she said,
it’s not
the right
time

It’s now
or never,
he said,
for I’ll
soon be
past my
prime

Speechless

There is so much
I want to tell you

So many things
I want to share

But my tears flow
all over again

When I realise
you’re not there

08.08

So it’s another birthday

And what a day it has been

If I’d have known last year

What I know now

I would have jacked it all in

But I suppose now it’s time

At this ripe old age

And much to my chagrin

To find a way of moving forward

And discover the strength within

Aspirations

Off on
my travels
again

Hoping to
find some
peace

Perhaps I’ll
meet someone
new

And this
heartache will
cease

A Long Forty Eight Hours

If you stare
at the same four walls
for long enough,
a fifth can start
to appear.

Perhaps it’s then
you’re supposed to
realise that
the end is near.

If you stare
at the same four walls
for long enough,
your mind can
start to bend.

Perhaps it’s then
you’re supposed to
know it’s the
beginning of the end.

Photographs

A
camera
snaps a
memory

Of a
single
moment
in time

I’m glad
there’s not
that many
of us

My
one time
partner
in crime

I don’t want
anyone to
see our
photographs

Because
our
memories
are mine

The Time Waster

I cannot
believe
after all
this time
I’m still
stuck in
your trap.

Quietly
putting up
with your
bullshit and
listening
to all
your crap.

If I have
to spend one
more minute
with you
I think
that I’ll
be sick.

Never
before
have I
wasted my
time on
such an
arrogant
little prick.

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