"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
As much as I love
That you read my words
And you praise them
Like you do
You have to know
As I deliver each blow
That I write more for me
Than you
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
(Originally Posted 27.01.2021)
Some have come and gone
Over the years
But I thank each and every one
Who helped dry my tears
Connections
It’s easier to connect with other writers these days, than it is to any of my friends.
It’s because we understand how shit things are, I think, when the madness descends.
(Originally Posted 24.07.2019)
I’m neither little
Nor quite charming
In fact my words
Can be most alarming
But the friends I’ve made
In different ways
All serve to brighten
My darkest days
So thanks to you all
For reading my shit
It warms this dark heart
Just a little bit
How
much
moreMust
I writeBefore
you
come to
save
me?How
much
moreMust
I fightBefore
you
run to
embrace
me?
I’m
glad
that
you
can
see
it
As
I
don’t
have
a
clue
But
out
of
everyone
It
might
have
been
I
knew
it
would
be
you
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
I
scroll
through
your words
And
realise
mine don’t
compare
For
you all
write so
beautifully
Whereas
I splurge
without
a care
‘Very few of us are what we seem…’
– Agatha Christie
I’m
sorry
I haven’t
been
around
As
much
as I’d
like
to be
But
lately
my life
has run
aground
And
your
words
won’t
go in,
You see
When you’re down
And feeling shattered
Listen to those who are kind
They are the ones that matter
It’s easier to connect with other artists these days than it is to any of my friends.
It’s because we understand how shit things are, I think, when the madness descends.
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 