‘4 Real’

My poems are not

Very nice

Particularly warm,

Or fuzzy

But they do resonate

With those desolate

And who prefer their words

Bloody

Onto Better Things

Back in the day

The words flowed freely

And I knew just what

To impart

But I’ve recently found

Since my new love’s in town

That for poems,

I’m no longer arsed

Traumatising

There are things

About that day

That out loud

I’ll never say

It’s bad enough

They’re in my head

I don’t need

To hear them said


Pulling The Plug

You did
it on
purpose,
didn’t
you?

Don’t
worry,
it
didn’t
show.

But
I knew
you
had
decided

It
was
time
for you
to go.

Xxx

(Originally Posted 09.02.2020)

The Reading Neuk

You won’t find me

In the kitchen at parties

I’ll be in the library

Where my mind is

Lost in my own little world

Of infinite story books

And far, far away

From your disapproving looks


Bookworms

Solace
comes
swiftly
to
those
who
read

For
those
who
devour
words
are
freed

(Originally Posted 07.02.2020)

Mightier Than Swords

A face you wouldn’t tire

Of thumping

With such a countenance

You’ve been cursed

But such a thing

Would be unbecoming

So instead

I’ll use my words


Pulling No Punches

Come for me again

My friend

And events will turn apace

Your head will spin

As that shit eating grin

Is wiped right off your face

(Originally Posted 18.01.2021)

2023

As I have beaten

My adversary

This will all end

In February


How Long?

How long
can you
go on
writing

When
your only
inspiration
is spite?

And now
you’ve had
to start
forgiving

So that
you can
sleep
at night

(Originally Posted 07.01.2020)

Hush

What we did in that room

Despite our gloom

Certainly served its purpose

Now all those things we said

Lying in that bed

Need never again resurface


Unobtainable

Maybe one day we’ll meet again

And maybe one day we won’t

But one things for sure

It won’t be for much more

Than either of us had hoped

(Originally Posted 04.01.2021)

Only The Half Of It

Reading this one back again

I feel so sorry for her

Clearly she lost more,

When he died,

Than her words could ever infer


I Can’t Bring You Back Though, Can I?

I can look at your photo

I can whisper your name

I can press your shirt

Against my face

But nothing feels the same

(Originally Posted 11.12.2020)

I Haven’t Got It In Me

I doubt I’d manage a short story these days

Never mind anything more

Writing three or four lines

Is a struggle at times

So a novel seems too much to hope for


Small Minds

One
day
I will
write
novels

All
about
you
and
me

Of
how
we left
those
hovels

And
found
our
sanctuary

(Originally Posted 13.09.20)

Regional Differences

There’s a lot behind

The C word

Most find it offputting and offensive

And while I don’t disagree

If you grew up like me

You possibly wouldn’t be so apprehensive


Through The Barricades (Scheme Burd Version)

Him:

Come
with
me

My
tender
one

Let us
roam
amongst
the
heather

Her:

Get
tae
fuck

Ya
daft
wee
cunt

We’re
no’
even
thegither

(Originally Posted 06.08.2020)

Irresistible

You said you’d had enough

Back then

That you’d heard it all before

But I always knew

With these words I spew

You’d keep coming back for more


With A Wink

You
really
are

He
said

Without
doubt

The
most
depressing
woman
I’ve
met

Really

She
said

That
is a
shame

As
you
ain’t
seen
nothing
yet

(Originally Posted 23.07.2020)

Losing The Will

I can’t think of another ditty

Or come up with a different rhyme

Not when what I write is so shitty

More than half of the time

#24 The Writer

Full of bleeding heart

That’s me

Slowly dying

For all to see

Hoping for words

To set the world alight

As I scribble away

In the dead of night

Random #113

'What can I give Him,
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb,
If I were a Wise Man
I would do my part,—
Yet what I can I give Him,
Give my heart.'

– Christina Rossetti

Debating At Dawn

I don’t agree

With what you write

But I respect your right

To post it

Just don’t expect

That I won’t interject

Or in my own words

Oppose it

Random #100

“Books cannot be killed by fire.

People die, but books never die. No man and no force can put thought in a concentration camp forever.

No man and no force can take from the world the books that embody man’s eternal fight against tyranny.

In this war, we know, books are weapons.”

– Franklin D. Roosevelt

Random #81

“My philosophy is: It’s none of my business what people say of me and think of me. I am what I am and I do what I do. I expect nothing and accept everything. And it makes life so much easier.”

– Sir Anthony Hopkins

Writer’s Block

I try to write but the words fail.

Sit, think, smoke, exhale.

As I reach for the coffee cup,

I wonder if my time is up.

Have I forgotten you,

Is that what this is?

The reason I can no longer write this shit?

Or could it be this depression is finally lifting?

Maybe the all encompassing darkness is shifting?

Perhaps after all this time my heart is mended.

And my love affair with words has ended.

(Originally Posted 11.08.2019)

Words

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)

 

Recording

It’s like living in a film

Where someone else has pressed Play

You are unable to Rewind

And you cannot hit Pause

To Fast Forward is inconceivable

As all you want to do is Stop

And Eject

(Originally Posted 17.05.2019)

Overlooked

What would it take

For you to notice me

Wear a skimpy dress

Paint my lips so readily

Well all I have is my words

So I guess that counts me out

As there’s nothing at all about them

That suggests I’d like to hangout

Hecklers

Has 
anyone
ever
told
you to
stop

He
said

With
these
bullshit
rhymes
you
spew

Oh
many,
many
times

She
said

And
I told
them
to piss
off
too

Mix Tapes

You could just say how you feel

He said

Instead of sending me a song

But these folks are professionals

She said

And I’d only get it wrong

Finding Fault

All 
you
do

He
said

Is
whine
and
moan

I'm
surprised
anyone
reads
this
pish

Well,
perhaps
if you

She
said

Weren't
such a
prick

My
words
wouldn't
so easily
flourish


Cutting

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

Pedestals

They say you don’t know

What you mean to people

Whom you may never see

Well all I can say

Is I hope and pray

That no one relies on me

Toy Soldiers

Did it ever occur to you

That I didn’t want you to know

What would you have done anyway

Other than used it as ammo

In this ridiculous war against me

That you felt the need to wage

Well I’m glad I never said a word

And from your battle disengaged

Charred Remains

All those things you said to me

Will always and forever be

The straws that broke my back

The absolute audacity

To not choose your words carefully

Is what turned my heart black

Spitting Distance

We
could
have
had
it
all

She
said

But
now
we’re
left
with
nothing

Maybe
we’d
have
been
okay

He
said

If
you
weren’t
so fucking
cutting

False Gods

Will
it
always
be like
this

She
said

Don’t
I deserve
a reprieve?

That
all
depends
on the
book

He
said

In
which
you
choose
to believe

Only Joking

You’d
think it
would
take
some
effort

To
write
as
much
as
this

Well
please
don’t
think
me
arrogant

But
it’s
really
a piece
of piss

© Me

In
order
to keep
what is
rightfully
mine

There’s
no other
choice
but to
retire
online

Small Minds

One
day
I will
write
novels

All
about
you
and
me

Of
how
we left
those
hovels

And
found
our
sanctuary

Redundant

It’s
okay
to fail
sometimes

He
said

That
you
keep
trying
will
count

Tell
that
to the
bank
manager

She
said

As my
debts
continue
to mount

Old Hat

You’ve
been
on my
mind
today

More
than
any
other
time

If only
it had
inspired
something
epic

And
not this
fucking
awful
rhyme

Catharsis

I
really
only
write

What
everyone
else is
thinking

I just
do what
comes
naturally

And
without
even
flinching

Futile

Sometimes
I depress
myself

As these
thoughts
fill the
page

Why
am I
here

Wasting
everyone’s
time

Hoping
someone
will
engage

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