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

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