Tag: Words

Random #25

I mean, I don’t understand either.

It’s a pity. A real shame.

Shame? It’s fucking awful…

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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?

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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

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With Me

Your
words
tattooed
on my
brain

Forever

Reminders
of how
we faced
that
pain

Together

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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

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Random #23

‘I know that living with you, baby, was sometimes hard…

…But I’m willing to give it another try’

– Prince

6

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

4

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

15

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

4

Fifty Winks

I’ve
woken up
on the
sofa
today

Now I
feel
like
a half
shut
knife

I’ve
said it
before
and I’ll
say it
again

I
really
fucking
hate
my
life

6

A Tad Uncouth

I could
never
write as
fancily

As
many
others
here do

I just don’t
have the
talent,
frankly

For much
more
than a
fuck you

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Indelible

The words
I write
may well
be stark

For they
are made
to leave
their mark

Upon your
weak and
thready
heart

Forever

7

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.

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Forty Two

As cold as the sun,
As warm as the snow.

As loud as the silence,
As high as the low.

This could be
the meaning of life,

For all I fucking know.

12

Rhubarb

Searching
for
light

Raised
in
darkness

Our
numbers
grow

Despite
the
sparseness

6

Writing At Midnight

The
words
advance
in waves

Their
ferocity
I cannot
stop

But all
too soon
there’s
nothing left

As I’ve
wrung
out every
last drop

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