So many lines
So many phrases
Readers of all kinds
Still fucking amazes
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
So many lines
So many phrases
Readers of all kinds
Still fucking amazes
It’s hard
To know
What to say
Let alone
What to post
In fact
Never before
Have I been
So sure
About giving
Up the ghost
It’s about time
You reared
Your ugly head
I was panicked
Fearing
The worst
And yet soon
You’ll be wishing
I was still missing
As there’s no
Let-up
To my verse
I guess you could say
I’ve been in mourning
With no desire to see
Yet another day dawning
And despite me trying
To relieve this burden
It would only be lying
To say my future is certain
Do you think
It helps
He said
Writing these wry
Little observations
Well, I would
Rather that
She said
Than suffer
Endless conversations
My five year anniversary,
Today
And still those feelings
Haven’t gone away
Now those old gods
Have disappeared
And it seems mere mortals
Are now revered
I can’t help but wonder
If all such crooks
Shouldn’t too be confined
To story books
(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog/)
My poems are not
Very nice
Particularly warm,
Or fuzzy
But they do resonate
With those desolate
And who prefer their words
Bloody
I’m not jealous
Of your work
Your sales
Or, so called, talent
But you’re just so rude,
Now with your shitty attitude
Becoming more
And more apparent
I write a bit
Now you know
Nothing special
Or much to show
But just enough
To get me though
And show how much
I still miss you
She said she’d written it
About herself
When I saw her
On TV
But there’s no way
She could portray
The exact same feelings
As me
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
If you find my words too dreary
Then just scroll on, my dear
‘Cause if you are looking for cheery
There’s nothing for you here
It seems as if
You’ve missed me
And my morbid tales
Of woe
Yet how anyone
Could miss
This pretentious
Bullshit
I will never know
For all these thoughts
To make sense
It seems
They need
An audience
I just needed
A bit of a break
For both my heart
And my minds sake
But now I’m back
Make no mistake
As there are both knives to sharpen
And old coals to rake
When I first started
Posting here
I was struggling
To hold on
A deep sadness
Had engulfed me
And all
Of my hope
Was gone
My partner
Of nigh on
Twenty years
Had died
Just four months
Before
My heart
Was broken
And my life,
A token,
I was failing
To endure
Because, you see,
He'd been taken
From me
In the most horrific way
To witness
If you've never seen it
I can tell you,
With feeling,
Cancer's a cunt
Of an illness
So I began
To write again
As a way
To express
My emotions
Thinking,
At best,
I might get
Some rest
By recording
My rambling notions
I knew
From the start
Some readers
Would baulk
At the truths
That I'd lay bare
Suicidal thoughts
And self harm,
Of course,
All referenced
Without a care
But I had to be
Authentically me
And reflect
What I
Was feeling
Even though I knew
The words
I'd spew
May leave
More sensitive readers
Reeling
And yet here
I have found
Such a welcoming crowd
Who've helped me
Hugely
When times were tough
For their patience,
Kindness,
And understanding
I could never
Thank them
Enough
So if you find
From here on in
That I'm no longer posting
As often
Please know that you are,
In no small part,
The reason
I've started
To soften
And as for me
Well, I will see
If I can continue
To reduce
My pain
But I'll take
Some comfort
And feel
A little triumphant
Knowing,
At least,
I entertained
❤️
Well thank fuck for that
She said
As she walked away
With her empty head
Fair And Square
One
thousand
poems
And I am
finally
done
This
battle is
now over
And my
war has
been won
(Originally Posted 29.02.2020)
As the end
Draws ever near
I have to say
I’m feeling the fear
What will I do
If I don’t write
What will I do
With all this spite?
Pens Down
Nothing lasts
Forever
You know
Not you
Not me
And certainly not my poetry
(Originally Posted 17.02.2021)
At least you
Can look away
When the misery
Ensues
But these aren’t just
Words to me
They are actually
My issues
Well, You Asked…
Although
I find
your
writing
talent
genuinely
quite
considerable
Reading
your
words
over
again
really
does just
make me
miserable
(Originally Posted 28.01.2020)
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)
All these years
I’ve been writing
Calling you each
And every name
But perhaps I’ve been mean
Because it’s actually been
My attempt
To shift the blame
Who Gives A Shit
Have
I done
The
wrong
thing
again?
I
suppose
only
time
Will
tell
Until
then
I’ll try
To keep
myself
sane
While
I prepare
To
burn
in hell
(Originally Posted 04.01.2020)
Even when
I’m dead and gone
I know now my words
Will always live on
Indelible
The words
I write
may well
be stark
For they
are made
to leave
their mark
Upon your
weak and
thready
heart
Forever
(Originally Posted 12.12.2019)
I cannot continue forever
In fact I’m nearly spent
But there will always others
Who will use this place to vent
‘Want’
An artist for the ages
Your words leave me floored
What else is there to say?
Other than please, give me more
(Originally Posted 25.10.2020)
This is an interpolation
Or is it just out and out theft
Either way we know
Without the modifications below
That my lines would be bereft
Something Old / Something New
I wandered lonely as a cloud
Screaming the words fuck you out loud
As, like the night, she walked in beauty
I wished someone would just come along and shoot me
As I, in the wood, took the road less travelled
I sat and cried as my mind unravelled
And as we talked between the rooms
I closed my eyes and succumbed to the fumes
(Originally Posted 29.10.2019)
If anyone asked
About my rhymes
I would most likely show them this
It’s an apt expression
Of my abject depression
And defines my blog’s premise
Innards
Like a
bird
Trapped
in it’s
cage
I sing
of love
and
lament
Bleeding
both
Introspective
rage
And
embittered
discontent
(Originally Posted 28.10.2020)
It still amazes me
To this day
That you even read my rhymes
Don’t get me wrong, my friend
It pleases me no end
But I do worry about you, at times
Wonderland
It’s nice
to think
I matter
That what
I feel is
shared
But really
I’m as mad
as a hatter
Surely no one
else is this
impaired?
(Originally Posted 25.10.2019)
I am pretty sure
I’ll give up soon
When I find a moment
That is opportune
I’ll say goodbye
Just after nightfall
And put down my pen
Once and for all
Done In
There’s
only so
much I
can write
Before
I go
to sleep
tonight
My
eyes are
heavy and
overtired
My
heart is
weary and
overfired
(Originally Posted 22.10.2019)
2,995 posts
And one pickled liver later
It’s a good job
That I didn’t stop
Or I’d never have put pen to paper
Drinking
I fear
I’ve had
one too
many
tonight
Perhaps
now isn’t
the time
my story
to write
(Originally Posted 18.10.2019)
I’m not usually very good
With metaphors
But this one is pretty neat
Then I guess it would be
As it was conceived
While in the back seat of a Mini
Car Trouble
Nothing makes this better
Everything makes it worse
A body straining in first gear
But a mind stuck in reverse
(Originally Posted 28.09.2019)
Well you certainly seem happier
He said
This is the busiest I think you’ve been
I’ve always done my best work
She said
When fuelled by carbs and caffeine
Auberge de Lanouaille
You
should
use
this
time
to
think
He
said
About
what
it is
you
want
Only
if you
bring
me
coffee
She
said
And
a hot
buttered
croissant
(Originally Posted 05.09.2020)
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