It may very well
Be spooky season
But for evil thoughts
I don’t need a reason
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
It may very well
Be spooky season
But for evil thoughts
I don’t need a reason
I thought having sex with strangers
Would get him out of my head
And though it filled a hole
That wasn’t my goal
So now it’s back to my own bed
Going Too Far
Lying
here
alone
In
this
strange
bed
Wondering
what the
fuck
Was
in my
head
Now I
must
ignore
This
feeling
of dread
And
stop
wishing
that I’d
Stayed
home
instead
(Originally Posted 07.12.2020)
I don’t just bitch and whine
She said
I can also be quite nice
That’s why you’re a friend of mine
He said
For both the sugar and the spice
Please Don’t Go
If
I can’t
speak
to you
anymore
Then
who
else is
going to
listen?
There’s
not
many
that
could
tolerate
My
incessant
whining
and
bitching
(Originally Posted 22.07.2020)
Am I supposed to just wait around
She said
Hoping that you will choose me?
Well, I’m worth way more than that
She said
And there’s plenty more fish in the sea
Torn
How will you know
She said
If it’s her or me?
I have no idea
He said
Confusedly
(Originally Posted 15.07.2020)
It’s great you have a hobby
He said
Not one I share, I confess
Because writing isn’t a hobby
She said
It’s a matter of life or death
Vocabularians Of The World Unite
Vocabularians of the world unite
To put the wrongs of our world right
To give a voice to those too tired to fight
And into the darkness bring forth the light
(Originally Posted 18.06.2020)
As the calendar page turns once more
We are granted our reprieve
Thank you so much Mariah
Now you can fucking leave
Take that whiny choirboy with you
And that dick who thinks he’s Elvis
Bing and Bowie can piss off too
With their ‘pa rum pum pum pum’ bullshit
We’re happy to wave you off John
Although your message is appreciated
Best take your mate Paul with you though
Before we have his keyboard castrated
It’s time to step out and away now Elton
With The Jacksons, Jonah and Chuck
And as for the ‘NYPD choir’
We couldn’t give less of a fuck
We’ll really only miss you George
Like we do nearly every day
So perhaps, this year, we could keep you
Instead of giving you away
I may have said
You were exceptional
But I’m afraid, my dear,
You were never quite
The exception
Champagne and strawberries
On the lawn
Pictures of love
So delicately drawn
The heavens open
Colours are blurred
Dreams are halted
And smiles deferred
How long will it take
He said
For you to see
The wood for the trees
I don’t know
She said
But one thing’s for sure
In the end, everyone leaves
I
shall
make it
My
life's
work
To
ensure
this
Is
never
repeated
That
never
again
Will
I fall
in love
With
someone so
conceited
If we were to meet again
I’d simply walk on by
I’d turn my head away from you
Try not to catch your eye
For I could not do this again
Your loss has left me broken
No, I’d simply walk on by
With nary a word spoken
Of my love
For you
I’ve never been
More certain
It is time
To drop
The safety curtain
So with confidence
And fiery gusto
Let’s just get
On with our show
Let us
roam
amongst
the
heather
Laugh
out loud
betwixt
the
blether
Kiss
amidst
this
stormy
weather
Until
we
come
undone
together
If a
nodIs as
goodAs a
winkThen
we
should
getAnother
drinkAnd
finally
putThis
flirtatious
thingBetween
us
bothTo
bed
I
don’t
know how
we got here
But
here
we are
nonetheless
We
should
just make
the best of it
Before
we have
to reassess
I’ll
take
anything
you’ve
got to
give
A drink;
a smoke,
a sedative
As the
voices
in my
head
these
days
Are
proving
far too
competitive
Enjoying
the
silence
With my
pictures
of you
Running
to your
heart to
be near
And
although
pleasures
remain
As you
fall into
my arms
Equally,
so does
the pain
What
is
wrong
with
you
He
said
Why
can’t
you
just
try
your
best?
I
honestly
don’t
know
She
said
It’s
an
illness,
I guess
Not
the
best
at
being
loved
But
pretty
good
at
loving
Not
the
best
at
being
pushed
But
pretty
good
at
shoving
I
need
you
here
Please
come
and
save
me
I
need
to
feel
The
love
you
gave
me
What’s
the
point
In all
this
chatter
Now
I’ve
realised
You
don’t
matter
Anymore
Give it to me hard
Give it to me rough
I honestly won’t mind
If you act a little tough
Squeeze me a little too tightly
Pinch me a little too hard
I just want to feel something
That doesn’t leave me scarred
Always
left
yearning
For
something
more
Now
it’s
all
over
You’ll
hear
me
roar
Please
stop
your
incessant
noise
Or I’ll
send
round
one of
the boys
Pour
yourself
a drink
And come
sit with me
Let’s tell
each other
stories
Of how we’re
meant to be
‘What kind of fuckery is this..?’
Don’t
come
anywhere
near
me
I don’t
know
where
you’ve
been
There’s
no way
you are
touching
me
Until
your
hands
are
clean
Desperate
timesCall for
desperate
measuresSo toss
that
jigger
awayAnd
pour
You say
you’ve
got it
roughWell I’m
calling
bullshitAs I’m
the one
doing
it toughYou
fucking
hypocrite
I am not
who you
think I amSo please
don’t look
up to meIf you
only knew
the truthYou’d cut
down our
family tree
“Going anywhere nice on holiday?”
“Oblivion, hopefully”.
“Is that a gun in your pocket,
or are you just pleased to see me?”
Bang.
“If you haven’t got anything nice
to say,
don’t say anything at all.”
Silence.
When
I look
deep
into
your
eyes
I
can’t
help
but be
pleasantly
surprised
For
I actually
feel
something
down
below
And I
thought
I’d lost
that
years
ago
I
mourn
the loss
of usMore
than
the loss
of you
Sweating again
And feeling sick
All because of you
You little prick
What are you
inviting me for?
After all
this time
I was sure you
had eradicated me
From the
family line
Well, let me save
you the bother
I wouldn’t even
want to come
Not unless I’d
get two free shots
With a fucking
sawn off shot gun
I’ve
never
felt
relief
like it
To have
something
go right
despite it
looking like
it was
all over
Now I
must try
hard to
make it
count
For who
knows
when,
yet
again,
that debt
will mount
Mal – Adjusted
Mal – Adapted
Mal – Content
If only
I’d been
given
time to
reviseI
would
have
taken
notes
‘It’s A Wonderful Life’
#fakenews
Love is
contagious
But so
is herpes
Tear
or
tear?
Does
it
matter?
Both
fucking
hurt.
I think it’s finally happened
I’ve actually gone mental
Any similarly to actual persons
(Alive or dead)
Is purely coincidental
Just
because
you can
Doesn’t
mean you
should
Just
because
I can
Doesn’t
mean I
would
It was
what
it wasAnd
whilst
we
had
funNow
it is
what
it isAnd
the
guilt
has
begun
I let
myself
down
today
When I
let you
inside
my head
I wish I
could
just let
you go
And let
myself
enjoy life
instead
If only you would
If only you wouldn’t
If only you could
If only you couldn’t
If only I did
If only I didn’t
If only I had
If only I hadn’t
It looks
like this
situation
I may have
misjudgedAs not
once did I
think it
would hurt
this much
Everything has
changed
while everything
has stayed
the same
In this city
I once
so proudly
called
‘hame’
Enough of you
is
too much
Too much of you
is
never enough