Thank fuck
She said
I’m getting away
I couldn’t take it
Another day
I’m so happy
He said
You’re visiting me
As I’ll help you forget,
Easily
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Thank fuck
She said
I’m getting away
I couldn’t take it
Another day
I’m so happy
He said
You’re visiting me
As I’ll help you forget,
Easily
I really tried
Hard today
But nothing ever
Goes my way
Even when I pretend
I’m okay
Things fall to shit
Anyway
Now it’s back
To the city
Surrounded
By smog
And so this
Little ditty
Ends
Our travelogue
I pray to God
For no leaves on the line
So that nothing derails
This heart of mine
From the corner
Of my eye
I see you
Sitting there
Her head resting
On your thigh
Your fingers
Stroking her hair
I remember those days
My head touching his
When my heart
Would do nothing but flip
Yet all I feel now
Seeing such bliss
Is the overwhelming urge
To be sick
Someone asked me
Today
Why I prefer to travel
Alone
Because it’s easier
I said
Than listening to other people
Moan
Better Off Dead
Sometimes
I
wonder,
Is
this all
there is?
Just
boredom,
emptiness
And your
endless
bullshit?
I couldn’t
think of
anything
nicer,
Than to be
somewhere
else
instead.
Far from
all the
anxiety
and pain,
And your
words
plaguing
my head
(Originally Posted 07.12.2019)
And so
It comes time
To travel home again
At least
I’ll sleep
On this fucking train
Digging For Worms
Please
make
sure
you
bury
me
deep
So
I can
finally
get
some
fucking
sleep
(Originally Posted 06.10.2020)
It doesn’t matter where I go
Or who I try to be
One thing is always for sure
Trouble follows me
The Road To Happiness
So it’s off
out of the
country
again
Leaving
my
troubles
behind
Perhaps
I’ll find
happiness
again
Or at
least
peace
of mind
(Originally Posted 02.10.2019)
After spending seven hours today
Sitting on a train
As I lie here
I’m starting to fear
That I may never sleep again
The Sleeping Tablet
Thankfully,
tiredness
descends.
As upon
sleep,
sanity
depends.
(Originally Posted 30.09.2019)
If it’s distance that you want
He said
Then that’s exactly what you’ll get
There has to be something more
She said
But I just haven’t found it yet
A Pin In A Map
Do you think you’ll get away with it
He said
That you will succeed in your plan
I just know I have to try
She said
I need as much distance as I can
(Originally Posted 03.08.2021)
Off on
my travels
again
Hoping
this time
for something
new
But
time has
told me
And
experience
shown me
My dreams
will never
come true
Aspirations
Off on
my travels
again
Hoping to
find some
peace
Perhaps I’ll
meet someone
new
And this
heartache will
cease
(Originally Posted 31.07.2019)
I travelled a lot that spring
Most of it in a daze
Birthdays, weddings and weekends away
All came and went in a haze
Yet I found consequently
Whatever good time I was shown
I would feel subsequently
That I was very much alone
1000 Miles
The message from the search engine pings.
Its spies inform me that last month I visited:
Three different countries,
Fifteen different cities,
And twenty one different places.
That means I travelled over 1000 miles, last month.
Each one without you.
And every one with an empty heart.
(Originally Posted 03.06.2019)
In difference to the year before
I’d travelled down to Glasgow here
I met up with an old friend
To discuss another one over beer
What a difference a year can make
Along with some heavy anti-depressants
As you can see I was far happier
And had never felt more present
Old Faces
I
loved
talking
to you
so much
tonight
It
bought
a tear
to my
eye
It seems
there’s
no one
else I
want to
sit with
And
watch
the
world
go by
(Originally Posted 30.03.2020)
Jesus.
How depressed was I?
I’d travelled over to Dublin
Albeit with a heavy sigh
I remember all those people
And all the fun they had
I remember trying to fit in
Even though I was pretty much mad
It’s sad to think back now
On just how much I missed
As I may well have been there in person
But I clearly did not want to exist
Travel
It doesn’t matter where in the world you go.
How beautiful the country you visit,
How fascinating the people you meet,
How much booze you drink.
You can’t run away from your thoughts.
You might have a different view from your window but your soul will remain as black as the night sky and, beneath it all, you’ll still be the same fuck up you always were.
Travel solves nothing.
(Originally Posted 30.03.2019)
“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery – air, mountains, trees, people. I thought: “This is what it is to be happy.”
― Sylvia Plath
My body may be
At 35,000ft
But my mind
Is anything
But cruising
I can’t take any more of this
You’re really hurting my head
So please stop talking
And just start walking
Leaving me the fuck alone instead
‘I don’t want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day
I don’t want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day…’
After eighteen months
In one country
It’s good to breathe
The air of another
Even if this one
Is much harsher
And far too obsessed with colour
Please stop sending me monthly timelines
Walking back and forth to the fridge doesn’t count
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
I'm
glad
I spoke
to you
today
Even
though
it was
only
the
wind
That
could
reply
Xxx
This
country
is
my
home
now
Of
that
there
is
no
doubt
If
I
had
not
followed
you
here
Then
I’d
never
have
found
that
out
I
was so
devastated
for you
that dayAs
you had
travelled
all that
wayHoping
to say
your
final
goodbyeBut your
time
together
was so
cruelly
deniedXxx
It
doesn’t
matter
where
you goOr
however
far
you
roamIt’s
true what
they say
you know
TotoThere
is no
place
like
home
It’s not
that I
love this
city
It’s that
I love
who I am
when I’m here
This weight
is too heavyIts burden
is too greatYet I struggle
on regardlessResigned
to my fate
I don’t
want to
leave,But I
know I
can’t stay.I’ll be alone
wherever
I go,So really
I’m screwed
either way.
Everything has
changed
while everything
has stayed
the same
In this city
I once
so proudly
called
‘hame’
Another grey sky.
Another bleak landscape.
Another version of me.
Looking out,
Looking in.
The message from the search engine pings.
Their spies inform me that last month I visited:
Three different countries,
Fifteen different cities,
And twenty one different places.
That means I travelled over 1000 miles, last month.
Each one without you.
And every one with an empty heart.
It’s not the travelling without you that I miss…
But the call home to tell you I’ve arrived.
It doesn’t matter how loud the people are around me,
They can never drown out the voices inside my head.
It doesn’t matter where in the world you go.
How beautiful the country you visit,
How fascinating the people you meet,
How much booze you drink.
You can’t run away from your thoughts.
You might have a different view from your window but your soul will remain as black as the night sky and, beneath it all, you’ll still be the same fuck up you always were.
Travel solves nothing.