Don’t judge me for the skin I wearI’m human not some other thingI have thoughts, feelings ready to shareA culmination of living and breathingWhich has you positively seething.I guess that makes the racists cryTo hope another person dies. You burn an effigy or a flagI’m seen as something lower than slimeFrom my home you’d like…
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I’m nothing really
I’m nothing reallyJust that waste of spaceThat small solitary speckA faecal spot around the place. I’m nothing reallyNot worth any time spentThe culmination of uselessnessA plot to circumvent. I’m nothing reallyJust a shadow in the darkHidden away, left behindLike a badly painted art. I’m nothing reallyThat often broken cogRejected from the machineLost in the thickened…
Positive Vibes
Fuck off with your positive vibesGo stick them up them up your arseI’m not interested in smilingSo I think I’ll take a pass. You’re still keep mouthing offFor me to put on a happy faceBut I’m plotting your fucking downfallTo see your fall from grace. That’s when I’ll accept being positiveIt’s nothing that can be…
Not broken
I’m not broken,Just slightly usedA worn out bagA man confused. I’m not brokenNot exactly crapJust someone who worriesabout being a sad chap. I’m not brokenYou can see from my smileIts not really a facadeSomething I’m trying to style. I’m not brokenI’m functioning at bestNo longer tied to other harmsOf which I can attest. I’m not…
The speaker
The speaker spoke in a guttural cryScreeching against the dayDooming us all to lay down and die. We all uttered a final sighNothing for us left to sayThe speaker spoke in a guttural cry. Trembling, our fates cast and chideUnholy it takes us down one wayDooming us all to lay down and die. No longer…
Pencil
Pencil point punctuated preciselyJabbed into the air, every syllable spokenSwished, stammered, sputtered sprightlyAn answer, answered. A gestured token.The teacher nods, introspective thoughts,Musing on the fencing flourishThe student seeking, the knowledge soughtThe pencil, an extension of his courage.With mighty cry, a quip well aimedThe lead projectile aiming highA sentence of a bard unduly famedHis demise with…
Longing (flash fiction)
I started this flash fiction as a poem to see if I could turn it into something with a bit more substance. Can anything ache more than longing? I had experienced heart break, loss of a loved onebut longing had a sweet ache to it not the ache of dissolution. Still her imprint on the…
Love Story
Sam spent his nights usually in the arms of different women, he hated being alone but the thought of being “tied down” to just one person frightened him more. His friends romanticised his bachelor lifestyle even though it was laced with misogyny. Until he saw her. Passing the museum after work one evening he gazed…
Baguette War of 2023
The baguette war of ‘23 started with little pomp and ceremony in the aisles of Morrisons. The day itself had started lazily with the sun trying its hardest not to rise to its zenith in the sky but just indistinctly punctuate the horizon with its golden rays. The crisp morning was laden with frost bedecked…
Blue Tears
Night draws forever onin its squalid winding way.Darkness compiled in essence,a quite subterfuge of meaningas if clothing mystery with beautiful silence,punctuating the sobs and splashes.Blue tears falling in shadow,hidden and ashamed.But night draws forever on.