OK so I thought of this yesterday morning whilst having a shower. I was reading the bottles and I wanted to play with the words that manufactures use to sell their products. This is just a silly poem. Shower song Like shampoo I will leave you succulent and full of sense Fresh and revived Free … Continue reading Shower song
Everything's fucked up, I mean look at the fucking government! Who the fuck had the authority, To call me up and question me, Why I write poetry ? Why I write poetry ? Who the fuck. I haven't been honest with myself, I mean look at the state of my house, I couldn't afford draws, … Continue reading I haven’t been honest with myself
Steve (sorry if anyone's called Steve) Steve your like a pattern on the wall that I don't really like but can't be bothered to change Steve your the prime example of a soft centered cream egg hard on the outside but melt between the teeth Steve you angered me greatly used my generosity abused my … Continue reading Steve
What's wrong with me? You tell me all the things I want to hear And I want you to want me like you say you do But I can't be in love with you? I can't find the way to restart this game? And things just don't seem to feel the same? What is wrong … Continue reading What’s wrong with me ?
Absorb : round in circles when we began, I absorbed into your life, surround, we fell in fast, at a steep pace, we seemed to find, a common ground. your clothes became my new, wardrobe. hoodies. tops. socks. I found myself. tripping up on your shoelaces. calling you my boyfriend. I absorbed into you … Continue reading absorb
absent father aka delayed defense you have no right to criticise, until you've pulled a mouth off your breasts and cried, one tooth away from bloody milk, breastfeeding our son until almost 2. you have no right to prise, no right to take the mick and call me names, no right to question my ab … Continue reading absent
I thought about ‘IT’ today and I thought about how I’d explain to my readers what ‘IT’ was but I really didn’t want to I thought the best way would be to create ‘IT’ a catergory for where it can belong And stay for stories of ‘IT’ aren't too nice and it should be put … Continue reading It.
she asked me what you did the first the second and now her they ask. I cut you out and I feel safer that way, you controlled me at such a young age, you scared me, with you tempered rage. it took so long to feel again, you will never change. do I tell her? … Continue reading she asked me
You see, You and me we are the same, We don't change, Every bitter bone in our bodies breaks, when we don't get what we want, and your heart shrinks the slightest bit more the further you go, You can kid yourself all you like, all you wish, but we don't build as many bridges … Continue reading 9th July