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Tired.


I woke up this morning fast asleep,
And dragged my corpse out of bed.
It’s too cold in Hell and I’m too tired.
Every mirror I see you in you always look shattered.

On the wet crumbling streets
Insipid zombies push brooms around empty boxes.
I step to you, you step to me,
Please leave me alone, I’m too tired.

I’m too tired of this mourning,
I just want comfort and a place to stay.
I want to sleep until the grass grows and towers over me,
And stay alone in the undergrowth a mile in all direction.

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Closed Door


The house is full of life,
The sound of happy talk and laughter.
I feel too nervous to join them
They don’t care if I’m there.
I close the door
To close out the screams of life

I sometimes want to disappear,
Rot away from view and not leave a trace.
I drink and I cut and I fast
Not for attention, but alienation
It’s worth a try, I’ve nothing to lose
To find self esteem in self-abuse.

Dead Leaves


Ambition’s hard to gain with no manner of control,
Drifting round in circles and living off the dole.
Dragged up in the morning and thrown to bed at night,
Start to feel the pressure of living an empty life.

Look into the future at days of shame and squander.

The critic is the enemy, laughing when you’re dead,
Spray-painting “failure” till all you see is red.
Led into the ocean by the leading blind,
Till the sky gets crowded then swept out by the tide.

Look into the mirror at a washed-up, faded, cringer.

The creeps are creeping down the ghost train
Dead leaves are blowing down memory lane.
All my life spent dreaming now I’ve stopped sleeping,
I’ve given up on useless thoughts of ideal living.

Bomb-shell-shocked


In the eyes of the law you're just a number
So don't pollute my mind with your slander
My heart despises the things you say
Annihilate your ego

The last supper at the table sits going cold
Domination of crisis is marching on
Theatrical deliverance is such a bore
Annihilate your fraud

Rage in the horizon is turning green
Slur the words of a major shrine
The tortured souls will never rest
Annihilate your malice

Gravity


I can’t help the feelings
I want them exhaled
They bring me down like gravity
If I could be anybody
I’d be somebody different
If I could love anybody
It’d be someone I can

Time frame 06


Oh Pleasant Land, where art thou,
You steaming wasteland of piss and shit.
Breathe in its fumes and check the time frame,
Now dig yourself out the hole

Any idiot can walk their way to the gallows,
You need no helping hand,
It’s everyidiots outcome

Drown in town in different faces
They’re all fake,
copies of copies of copies.

Such dignity in solitude
You can die in peace,
you don’t have to run away.

Nostalgic Monster in my Pocket


scavenging through debris
the beachcomber mopes
flicking through the scrapbook of memories

With a handful of sand
I watch the years slowly slip through my fingers
One grain at a time.

Everything’s changing, everyone is getting older,
Soon it’ll all be gone forever.
There’s so much to learn in so short a day,
There’s no telling when the sun will set.
We’ll just become each others distant memory,
A nameless, faceless entity.

I want to sell my time to living, not sell it too decay.
But there’s too much temptation with deadly sins
And improving our lives with gross consumption.

I read People, Now and Time to try and understand them,
But it was easier when you were so naïve.

Childhood laughter only confuses your adulthood.
Stay young kids, stay seven forever.
Stay playing Pooh Sticks and throwing bread for hens.
Stay watching cartoons and wolf downing sweets.
Stay pure and beautiful before the adult world
steals and stains it with money and pride.

I Have no Memory


Pins and needles feel soft on my feet,
The sunlight burns my eyes,
Tomorrow is tonight.

Just another day of silence

Maybe we could laugh together,
And if we take our masks off,
Maybe we could sing.

Just another day of nothing.

One day when the ice is broken,
We could cross the old bridge,
As long as it’s not too far.

Another day of coping.

Even if the winter’s over,
The sky could end up too high,
And we might disappear.

I have no memory

Pointless Traffic


People may think
You don't know where nowhere is.
Shortly after you go
You will find there is nowhere to go.
You will wonder into your fate,
Counting sheep as you pass
The ugly sores inside your head.

Reeking havoc upon our short-lived lives,
The tears of the savage beast
Would like to enter void.
When I’m sleep are you awake?
Creep away in the fake life
If that’s what you choose.

Sick of Feeling


Sick of being messed around,
Being built up, being knocked down.
There’s no reasoning when you’re like this,
All the sulking and fake tears

You don’t talk to me when I am there,
Then bitch at me like I don’t care.
How much attention do you need?
All I can give you is me.

I don’t want to feel like this,
I’m getting sick and tired of it,
I don’t want to feel,
The way you make me feel.

The Stranger's Pages

I got a memoir from a people-phobe,
He had issues way out of control.
His nature was self-disgust,
And preaching diffidence.
The dreams he dreamt never came true,
What was a nightmare was now true.

Always laid in bed with a blade by his side,
Just because he’s afraid of night.
The pen at his side wouldn’t go far
He’d stay up late inscribing his art
His rib cage was getting big
On being borderline anorexic

Every line read a beast came out,
Every page turned a ghost fell out.
The noise around is starting to clear,
But every noise has an image
And that's starting to appear.

Stanley Night

Richey and Esther come out with me
Lets go and play with our Stanley
Let’s skip dinner and just drink instead
Get a fix and go to bed
Creating art when nature calls
I’ll show you mine if you me yours
Let’s beat our selves before others do
Wallow in pity in our solitude.

I See a Little Cutie


I see you, little cutie, sat opposite me,
You’re reading a book, I’m writing poetry.
I’d like to come over and talk with you,
Ideally, I’d smile and say to you,
“Can I sit here and be with you,
can I sit here cos there’s room for two”

but I’d go bright red and turn bashful,
Lower my head and feel a fool.

I wonder what your name is,
I wonder what you do,
If you’ve got a boyfriend
Or the slightest clue,
That I’m gently looking over at you,
That I’m writing in my book all about you.

I’ve got to go to work now, I hate it there,
I’d rather sit here and softly stare.

Three Little Words

I'd love to say I love you,
But I'm too scared to.
You'd probably just ignore me,
So I don't think I ever will.

Dear Suzanne ~

I can't speak for others, and I WISH I had longer today to speak for myself. I'll PM you with a few comments of my own.

With regard to your poems here, I feel it's well nigh impossible for anyone to read them without being touched, if not moved, by them. You speak to so many things at once. An air of desolation pervades them, as you know. You graphically describe a state of mind, a state of life. My heart is with you.

Now, I'll PM you.


Love,
Lizzy