Life
is
like
a box
of
chocolates…Someone
else
always
gets
first
pick
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
‘Same Tale Every Time…’
At
first
light
in the
morning
Just
as a
new
day is
dawning
The
birds
issue
their
final
warning
And
the
tears
from
my eyes
start
pouring
Self Esteem
There’s
nothing
more
disheartening
That
brings
such
misery
and
strife
To
find
I’m
much
more
captivating
On
the
page
Than
in
real
life
‘The Boy’s No Good… ‘
I
listen
to all
the words
you say
And my
pain
slowly
ebbs
away
Random #29
‘Very few of us are what we seem…’
– Agatha Christie
You’re Too Kind
Thirty
six
thousand
words
And
each
one of
them
shite
But now
I’ve
passed
one
thousand
followers
I
must
be doing
something
right
(I’m Not In) Love Letters
I read,
read
and
read it
again
But it
doesnt
change
a thing
I can’t
take
back
what
I wrote
Or
remove
it’s
sting
Brutal Is My Middle Name
And honest
Is my first
Don’t bother
Reading on
Without expecting
The worst
Broken English
The words come
In fits and starts
All broken parts
Of what I was
And all I’ll ever be
Now you’re gone
Haste Ye Back
Something tells me this won’t be our last as you’ll realise you want me and will return so fast to where my arms openly await as we slowly allow that twist of fate to keep us ensconced together forever come hell or high water whatever the weather as the love we make is all we need to keep our hearts open and our minds freed
(Not Too) Many Happy Returns
Happy
Birthday
to you
I hope
you
have
fun
I didn’t
send you
a card
Because
you don’t
deserve
one
Talent(less)
I wish I could
take your plauditBut I just write
what comes to meMy inability
to self editLaid bare for
all to see
Random #28
‘What kind of fuckery is this..?’
(Un)Worthy Opposition
You
are
nothing
like
me
So
don’t
pretend
you
are
You’re
just a
mother
fucking
wannabe
Who
took
things
way
too
far
True Colours
What
else
did
you
lose
She
asked
On
the
day
he
died?
All
the
love
and
respect
I
once
had
for
you
She
bitterly
replied
Ceasefire
Not
even a
worldwide
pandemic
Is
enough
to make
you see
That what
happened
to us was
your fault
And you
should
apologise
to me
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?
Dear Reader
Sometimes
my words
are so
savage
I even
surprise
myself
It’s like
the page
I must
ravage
With no
care at
all for
yourself
G42
Was it really
The best of times?
Or was it just
The worst?
I’ve got nae idea, pal
Ma heid’s fuckin’ burst
Resigned
No
longer
looking for
reasons
to liveRapidly
running
out of
fucks
to give
Impure
When
you
close
your
eyes
at night
Please
don’t
think
of me
Just
pretend
I’m
someone
else
Footloose
and
fancy-
free
Misrepresentation
The old days
Were not good
Trust me
I remember
Funny Guy
I like
it when
you laugh
He said
I wish
you’d do
it more
Just write
another
paragraph
She said
Then you’ll
really see
me roar
Bed Head
There’s
so much
power,
In the
scissors
you wield,
It really
makes me
worry.
One slip
of your
hand,
A snip
or two
unplanned,
And I won’t
be going out
in a hurry.
The Thief In The Night
It
seems
like
you
have
disappeared
And
there’s
nothing
I can
do
For
you’ve
left
me
heart
broken
And I
will
never
forgive
you
Chit Chat
“Going anywhere nice on holiday?”
“Oblivion, hopefully”.
R.I.P Fucks Given
Sometimes
I wonderIs everything
my fault?And then
I rememberI actually don’t
give a fuck
If Only…
“Is that a gun in your pocket,
or are you just pleased to see me?”
Bang.
Banter
It’s
not
that
you’re
wrong
It’s
just
that
I’m
right
Burning The Midnight Oil
Words
pour
out
of me
Like
wax
from
a candle
If only
I’d
known
before
now
That
writing
would be
too hot to
handle
Never A Truer Word (Unspoken)
“If you haven’t got anything nice
to say,
don’t say anything at all.”
Silence.
Random #25
I mean, I don’t understand either.
It’s a pity. A real shame.
Shame? It’s fucking awful…
Inconceivable
Mind
racing
Legs
pacing
All in
disbelief
At what
you’re facing
Bookworms
Solace
comes
swiftly
to
those
who
readFor
those
who can
devour
words
are
freed
Toxic
Blood
isn’t
thickerThan
being
happy
Windows To The Soul
I
look
into
those
eyes
He
said
And
wonder
what’s
buried
so deep
Songs
to
make
you
smile
She
said
With
words
to
make
you
weep
Things You Used To Say
Enough
of all
your
shit
alreadyMy
heart is
far too
weak and
thready
Meaningless
I
really
do love you,
She
said,
I love
you with
all my heart.
But you
also love
tomato sauce,
He
said,
So is this
whole thing
just a farce?
The Writer’s Anguish
I don’t
think
I have
anything
to say
Today
Perhaps
there
will be
more
sorrow
Tomorrow
So I
will
wait to
pick up
my pen
Then
For I
fear I
wouldn’t
even
know how
Now
Writing With My Nephew
I am
so happy
to be
here
with
you
Because
you
like
writing
poetry
too
Although
you
just
press
random
words
And
I
like
using
rhyming
verse
With Me
Your
words
tattooed
on my
brainForever
Reminders
of how
we faced
that
painTogether
The Loan
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
Random #23
‘I know that living with you, baby, was sometimes hard…
…But I’m willing to give it another try’
– Prince
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
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
Just Ask Me
Just
because
I like
my own
company
Don’t
assume
I don’t
want
any
Anhedonic
Trying
hard
to
survive
This
thing
called
life
Hoping
to fend
off the
madness
Striving
so
much
to find
Heartening
peace
of
mind
Hiding
under my
duvet of
sadness
The Life Exam
If only
I’d been
given
time to
reviseI
would
have
taken
notes
Random #22
‘It’s A Wonderful Life’
#fakenews
(Mis)fortune
Love is
contagious
But so
is herpes
A Change Is As Good As A Rest
A
new
year
begins
Bringing
with it a
new look
I hope
that you
like it
Considering
how fucking
long it took
Fifty Winks
I’ve
woken up
on the
sofa
todayNow I
feel
like
a half
shut
knifeI’ve
said it
before
and I’ll
say it
againI
really
fucking
hate
my
life
A Tad Uncouth
I could
never
write as
fancilyAs
many
others
here doI just don’t
have the
talent,
franklyFor much
more
than a
fuck you
Hippy Bullshit
When
one
door
closes
Just
open it
again
That’s
how
doors
work
You
fucking
idiot
Indelible
The words
I write
may well
be starkFor they
are made
to leave
their markUpon your
weak and
thready
heartForever
A Question Of Pronunciation
Tear
or
tear?
Does
it
matter?
Both
fucking
hurt.
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.
Let Down
Hope.
The
ultimate
disappointment.
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