Saturday, 7 November 2026

Lube

 I remember,
An ex who fingered my hole.
She went in dry,
No lube, spit
Or even a tear.
Just the tip
I recoiled in terror.
The evil look in her eyes
Hunts me forever.
I said no,
As she went to the hilt.
I went soft
As the moment was killed.
And even to today,
The evil still hunts me.
Love isn't smooth
So get some ky jelly

Monday, 2 November 2026

The drip

The king of the bag.
Down to the last lick.
Runny nose,
And hayfever
Or the cold
For an excuse.
But I fuking love it.
Everything no longer
Feels shit.
An hour long wank,
As the drip falls
And hits my phone screen
As time flys
And I don't care
There and then
That I won't sleep.
Tomorrow I'll worry,
Tomorrow night
An early night I'll get.
Just let me ride the waves
Of no longer hurting
If just for a minute.

Sunday, 1 November 2026

Sold out

We sold our dreams
To the machines, 
For half their worth. 
Just to buy us time, 
To make our money work. 
We don't sleep as deep, 
Or relax. 
Our noses sore, 
And our loneliness 
Numbed
As the bills pile up
With no way out. 
We don't see friends,
Can't afford to leave the house.
Everythings too loud
Too much
Not the same, 
Since covid struck. 


Tuesday, 27 October 2026

My scars

You named my scars
Made me feel I could
Reach the stars.
Made everything feel lighter.
Sharing myself with you
Made everything better.
I wasn't scared to be me.
Wasn't scared of being naked
With the lights on,
No longer needed to be
Lit by the TV.
Felt you understood
And I didn't have to
Watch out.
Wanted to tell you
Everything.
Never need to guess.
Never feel second best.
Didnt need the heating on
As you heated me
With a single heart beat.

Monday, 26 October 2026

Sorry for being me

There goes my fun.
Last line done.
Sniffing in hope
To cling on
To the last of the high
The last of the fun.
Don't want to check
My bank balance.
Don't want to turn
the music off.
Monday is getting closer,
And so are my problems.
The sniff eased it
If but for a moment.
I didn't have to be me.
Alone with the dog
I pretend I'm someone else.
Sending messages off
That tomorrow I'll wish wasn't me.
Telling people I love them.
But only for them to disagree.
For love is too much,
And my cup is overflowing
So can't wait to share.
But everyone is suspicious,
Because life is never fair.

Sunday, 25 October 2026

Preying to god

God don't like ugly,
It was written. 
Only the beautiful get into heaven. 
I'm sure when I prey 
He doesn't listen. 
Being alone isn't promised freedom. 
Trying gets hard, 
And then I prey to God 

Share pain

 It's been nice getting to know you
You've been a pleasent surprise.
I'm just about to call k cabs 
For the 5th time.
This beer is getting flat,
And the sun is starting to shine
It's been a great night to share 
Out Trauma over buckfast wine.