Poetry

This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.

  • I told you I was addicted to all the drugs

    You told me you were Japanese

    Only because I knew you wouldn’t love anyone else.

    I don’t think anyone understands how little I care about my well being

    Well he should

    We showed him

    He doesn’t care

    Ding dong

    No one’s home

    To drugs

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  • Twitter is a dangerous place

    I tried unfollowing you but your fame follows me

    Hey did you see someone liked Joshua Ramsay’s post?

    No matter what I do.

    Twitter has become a dangerous place

    Because I still love you

    Like a fool I catch myself in thought of the after the first meeting or the first meeting and then I realise

    You don’t want me

    The crushing blow that finished off the hope

    Oh how it fades away

    Oh how cute you’re in love with a celebrity and surprised he doesn’t want you

    But it hurts

    But it hurts like

    The only thing in the whole world I wanted was to meet you

    Just meet you

    Just look you in the eyes and be equal because there’s something wrong with it…

    There’s something wrong with it…

    I still wish

    But it falls flat because there is no fight behind it

    You won the war

    You won the fight

    And I know you’ll be

    Alone tonight

    Reveling in your pain so sweet you keep it tight to your chest unless there’s a sheet to scribble down

    Nevermore nevermore

    I love you Joshua Ramsay

    The resounding silence from the day I first told you answered every question

    And every answer was matched with a tear

    The sorrow of

    The silence of the answer.

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  • You can’t be a gentleman

    Because even ‘enry ‘iggins picked up that flaur from the street

    And you could not be a gentleman, because even Daddy Warbucks made tomorrow today

    You could not find a gentleman in you

    When the gentleman kneels

    For those below him

    On the streets

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  • Sitting on the floor clutching my otter and sobbing

    Crying me sorrow in the fabric of my comfort animal

    I’m crying because I’m alone

    I’m crying because my family is gone

    Then

    I’m crying because he doesn’t love me

    I’m crying because every day without him reminds me he’s not here

    Like my family

    Crying like a child the music plays on

    That’s enough of that

    He says I think me

    He takes the music

    And gently silences it

    Then I am in the kitchen

    Pacing and whispering and still more tears fall

    There’s no handle in this safe

    I go to check the mail which hasn’t arrived

    I still say I’m okay

    I’d still say I’m okay

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  • That was a big earthquake

    The world slipped away until all I had was

    Crying

    And

    Pain

    She was the only mother I ever knew

    And that’s not a slight on my mother, that’s a slight on my mother many years ago

    She’s wonderful

    Being mad at a memory doesn’t mean you’re mad at the person now

    My madness threw me on the floor

    Crying into my otter while Hedley blasted away

    And then another

    And then it started to sting

    My life eh?

    Even the music

    There’s so much I don’t…

    Know.

    But there’s never anyone to catch me

    I started crying to Die Young

    No

    The Kesha one.

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  • Self culture

    It’s there isn’t it?

    It sits underneath no one ever sees it

    When something hurts it we keep it quiet

    Do you ever wish if only they would see it?

    So you wouldn’t ever keep it quiet

    The one who misses her mum

    The one who misses his mum

    But we know we can’t go home

    You let go

    You abandoned us

    We don’t know who to trust

    There’s no way they’ll love us

    There’s no way anyone won’t know

    What this was from long ago

    But somehow inside we both know

    Exactly what happened

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