tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661426142908667532024-03-13T23:20:53.915+00:00Gluebags and Lost LoveThis is were time stops and nothing starts.
Lost in yesterday and tryin hard to work out today.
I am nither here or there.
So i try and put how i feel right here.....
If you get me.....................
its my turn...Crappo the Clownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04274843790039036129noreply@blogger.comBlogger210125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866142614290866753.post-40981459628398443232024-02-27T00:25:00.001+00:002024-02-27T00:25:17.540+00:00Hobbies<p> melancholy,</p><p>Sadness is my new hobbie.</p><p>I don't sleep so well,</p><p>Not that you'd care.</p><p>And I'm not keeping so well,</p><p>I wish that you'd care.</p><p>I wonder could I still make you laugh,</p><p>If you were here.</p><p>For The smaller the pieces</p><p>Of a broken heart,</p><p>The easier to give away and share.</p><p>Til given away to anyone,</p><p>For a broken promise</p><p>of loveless romance,</p><p>With no second chance.</p><p>No future plans.</p><p>At this point I'd be happy just to hold hands. </p>Crappo the Clownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04274843790039036129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866142614290866753.post-67313374244905264912024-02-27T00:22:00.003+00:002024-02-27T00:22:48.452+00:00Second chance at the cash Machine. <p> Anyone partying?</p><p>Meet me by</p><p>The broken cash machine,</p><p>Were we can laugh</p><p>As we discuss</p><p>Our broken teenage wet dreams.</p><p>Fueled on memes and in jokes.</p><p>Alter ego rocker and more yokes.</p><p>Try to pass the batton,</p><p>But,</p><p>I still wanna go.</p><p>Come to the dark side,</p><p>And I can't say no.</p><p>Mondays everyday when you feel low.</p><p>Standing on a sinking ship,</p><p>While others dance,</p><p>You live once,</p><p>So make sure you get your second chance.</p>Crappo the Clownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04274843790039036129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866142614290866753.post-89918003086192908612024-02-27T00:14:00.004+00:002024-02-27T00:14:46.349+00:00Nothing like a tear in the eye goodbye<div>I'd say it</div><div>If you'd hear it.</div><div>I'm Not like other men,</div><div>I can admit I need it.</div><div>I can't fight,</div><div>Heart broke too many times.</div><div>Too much I should of said.</div><div>But I left it long</div><div>The words lost their power.</div><div>It's easy to end,</div><div>In fear there is nothing to defend. </div><div>I left in hope that you'd come </div><div>And save me,</div><div>Just one last kiss,</div><div>One dance.</div><div>But sadly there is no second chance.</div>Crappo the Clownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04274843790039036129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866142614290866753.post-41058525985591982992024-02-27T00:04:00.002+00:002024-02-27T00:04:04.843+00:00The fact of fiction! <p> I'll leave you words</p><p>I could never say.</p><p>Never tell you of the feelings, </p><p>That won't go away.</p><p>Never burden your soul</p><p>With the black.</p><p>Because once you let it out,</p><p>It is then fact.</p>Crappo the Clownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04274843790039036129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866142614290866753.post-11198866443688803562024-02-26T23:55:00.000+00:002024-02-26T23:55:15.280+00:00The weight of ticking clocks <p> Sick of this sadness,</p><p>Like a heavy weight.</p><p>And the sky might be cloudless,</p><p>But the dark has already set in.</p><p>I said too much,</p><p>It's hard to be sure.</p><p>But there was no answer</p><p>When I knocked at your door.</p>Crappo the Clownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04274843790039036129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866142614290866753.post-49913743071410990982024-02-26T23:52:00.002+00:002024-02-26T23:52:59.631+00:00Retired too late<p> Went a little bit too hard</p><p>Went a little bit too far,</p><p>I'm shadow boxing the wall</p><p>And I'm not sure</p><p>If I'll win</p>Crappo the Clownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04274843790039036129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866142614290866753.post-52716509228472600062024-02-26T21:42:00.003+00:002024-02-26T21:42:24.753+00:00Leave the light on, just for a minute. <p> A second hand invitation</p><p>With someone's else's God.</p><p>New year, same old</p><p>Brand new you.</p><p>Same story, ends right on que.</p><p>A well worn smile and eyes</p><p>So beautiful.</p><p>You wouldn't believe me</p><p>If I were to say too much,</p><p>And let it out of the bag.</p><p>You are a catch,</p><p>Got the spark to light</p><p>My darkest days.</p>Crappo the Clownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04274843790039036129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866142614290866753.post-66578379543496069772024-02-26T21:40:00.004+00:002024-02-26T21:40:38.186+00:00You have to eat your dinner or no pudding<p> Dead man's shoes</p><p>Job centre blues.</p><p>Just when you think</p><p>You're winning</p><p>They change the rules.</p><p>Fighting a class war</p><p>Til your soul is broke and hands sore.</p><p>I don't want to play no more,</p><p>I don't wanna feel flat no more.</p><p>I don't want to pay tax to be alive</p><p>No more.</p><p>Your life is a terrible thing to waste.</p><p>As the gap grows between</p><p>The rich and poor.</p><p>Two weeks in Turkey doesn't cut it no more.</p><p><br /></p><p>Can't take time off sick</p><p>Statutory sick pay</p><p>Don't pay the rent.</p><p>To broke for fun,</p><p>To tired for friends.</p><p>Lest we have the memories</p><p>To keep us warm, </p><p>Hopefully they won't fade</p><p>Like pictures in the sun.</p><p>Best craic ever 2000 and 1.</p>Crappo the Clownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04274843790039036129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866142614290866753.post-18883867255379243652024-02-26T21:39:00.003+00:002024-02-26T21:39:25.034+00:00The first heartbreak of the summer You first,
The truth hurts.<div>The words scar and never heal </div><div> The nights stars
Are half lit,
Cut backs, </div><div> The light at the end of the tunnel dimmed.
No matter the games rigged, </div><div> It's past your bedtime </div><div> Pass go and don't collect £200.</div>Crappo the Clownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04274843790039036129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866142614290866753.post-47352136675067575362024-02-26T21:34:00.002+00:002024-02-26T21:34:24.077+00:00The heart break that keeps on givingAnd here is what you could of won,
A summer with out sun,
A holiday alone,
A day in the life with only maybes muttered under your breath.
The simple stress a little too much,
And just when you think you've got it right
That you're the apple of her eye.
Another goodbye,
Just at the final applause,Crappo the Clownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04274843790039036129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866142614290866753.post-67874689384784930692024-02-26T21:32:00.002+00:002024-02-26T21:32:35.914+00:00Sail we must fail we may. Rebel with out a reason,
Child with out a care.
But if you give me a reason
I promise I'll be there...Crappo the Clownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04274843790039036129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866142614290866753.post-18827426337992681412023-12-02T01:42:00.002+00:002023-12-02T01:42:16.765+00:00Fight me I'd say it
If you'd hear it.
I'm Not like other men,
I admit I need it.
I can't fight,
Heart broke too many times.
Too much I should of said.
But the longer it's left,
The more it loses power.
It's easy to end,
Instead of trying to defend it.
I left in hope,
that you'd come
And save me,
Just one kiss,
One last dance.
But sadly there is no second chance.Crappo the Clownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04274843790039036129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866142614290866753.post-82249934124382871152023-12-02T01:41:00.002+00:002023-12-02T01:41:35.574+00:00It's me not you Anyone partying?
Meet me by
The broken cash machine,
Were we can laugh
As we discuss
Our broken teenage wet dreams.
Fueled on memes and in jokes.
Alter ego rocker and more yokes.
Try to pass the batton,
But,
I still wanna go.
Come to the dark side,
And I can't say no.
Mondays everyday when you feel low.
Standing on a sinking ship,
While others dance,
You live once,
So make sure you get your second chance.Crappo the Clownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04274843790039036129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866142614290866753.post-88922891598124521432023-09-17T01:46:00.002+01:002023-09-17T01:46:49.461+01:00Modern warfare Belfast, childhood memories tore down Replaced with air BnBs. City centre, car
parks and office blocks as far as the eye can see. No more 5 lighters for a £1
and teley. Replaced with shooting up in full view And homeless litter the ground
for all to see. The bargain stores put the prices up, No bargains here, Just
heart break and misery. Wiped out to block out The under funded mental health
team. A&E under pressure, She cut her wrists, They say go home, someone will
call in 48 to 24 hours That isn't good enough, We can all agree. They say the
drugs have secret ingredient To make them more addictive. That secret ingredient
Is misery, heart break and no end To be seen. politicians blame them'ums, And we
can't see, We are them'ums. We are the lost, Forget colours, Forget tribes.
Forget football teams.
Crappo the Clownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04274843790039036129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866142614290866753.post-27715440908258072432023-09-17T01:44:00.002+01:002023-09-17T01:44:38.588+01:00I wished someone would love meDepression kills,
But nobody cares.
Got to catch up on love island.
Got to catch up on the house work.
Aniexty kills your motivation.
But the doctors too busy to listen,
So take these tablets and go for a walk,
Eat well, and get plenty of sun.
But keep it to yourself and don't bother anyone.
Depression not real,
Sure give yourself a shake
and get out for some fresh air.
It's all in your head,
Don't worry about your broken heart.
If you are feeling bad speak to someone. If you go to the doctors, be honest and tell everything. You can't get help if you don't say what you are thinking. Even if it is really bad. The first step is saying it out loud. Be honest and get the help you need.Crappo the Clownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04274843790039036129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866142614290866753.post-50924059546433838922023-09-17T01:43:00.001+01:002023-09-17T01:43:05.075+01:00Aniexty Past lives,
Stranger then fiction.
A work in progress,
A stranger in the street,
A face lost in the crowd,
A firm handshake and a kiss goodbye,
It's not too late.
And here comes the awkward moment.
Another round,
What about shots?
A nervous foot,
A even more nervous heart.Crappo the Clownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04274843790039036129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866142614290866753.post-78627980991677906722023-09-17T01:41:00.002+01:002023-09-17T01:41:56.823+01:00300mgThe meds don't work,
But the side effects do.
I heard you crying in your room.
I didn't want to disturb you,
Scared what you might do.
Unfortunately the meds don't work
But the side effects do.
You told the doctor
They said you should go for a walk.
Get a hobby so you won't be bored.
That would be great,
Though the meds don't work,
But the side effects do.
You put on weight,
And feel like there is
Nothing other then sleep to get you through.
The meds don't work,
But the side effects do.
Scared to tell someone,
Scared what they may think of you.
They got their own problems
A million and one things to do.
So keep it to yourself
Because the meds don't work
But the side effects do.
Never be scared to talk about issues. Ask for help, see if someone can recommend a doctor or help. Unfortunately, due to the current situation we are being left and alot of people need help. If things get bad there is always someone who will listen. The first step of healing is admitting the problem, then to tackle itCrappo the Clownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04274843790039036129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866142614290866753.post-84780710338425705712023-09-17T01:40:00.002+01:002023-09-17T01:40:17.110+01:00Help the less fortunate melancholy,
Sadness is my new hobbie.
I don't sleep so well,
Not that you'd care.
And I'm not keeping so well,
I wish that you'd care.
I wonder could I still make you laugh,
If you were here.
And the smaller the pieces
Of a broken heart,
The easier to give away and share.
Til given away to anyone,
For a broken promise
of loveless romance,
With no second chance.
No future plans.Crappo the Clownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04274843790039036129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866142614290866753.post-45758277772377978892020-07-08T23:20:00.001+01:002020-07-08T23:20:37.657+01:00Slow downLife is like a gram,
Over too quick.
Best make it two,
This weekend we are going to get lit.
I jumped in the deep end
And I can't swim.
But that is okay
Because we all float down here,
any way.
Slow down,
You got to live for more then the weekend.
You drank your first drink like shot,
And the second hit the spot.
Crappo the Clownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04274843790039036129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866142614290866753.post-58600446569222480402020-04-16T02:28:00.001+01:002020-04-16T02:28:11.388+01:00A family size bucket pleaseI'm here just blowing my nose.
Because nobody knows what I get up to,
Apart from the pup.
But he is easily bribed,
With a treat, or a walk.
So he will never tell,
Why my nose is so blocked.
He won't tell my secrets.
My loneliness,
My broken smile,
My memories of us
All gone when you left.
All the good times
And the bad.
It's hard when you don't
Have that one to remember them with.
And it's funny,
How certain things remind me of you,
A song, a joke,
Or maybe just a flash back of something we would do.... Crappo the Clownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04274843790039036129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866142614290866753.post-17719236045403156752019-11-02T03:17:00.002+00:002019-11-02T03:17:24.698+00:00The same fella you let go!Could you believe I looked at pictures of you?
NO that would never do!
OF course it took a few day to retain my self conposure again,
But would you ever of thought I could of been the same?
SAdly I was,
The same fella who you let go.Crappo the Clownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04274843790039036129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866142614290866753.post-20277430043729349442019-11-02T03:10:00.001+00:002019-11-02T03:10:43.179+00:00alone tonight.There is one more scratch,
An one more reason to forget,
Another cliche,
Another reason to look away.
Too close to the bone as we have all been there.
So maybe we should leave that scratch alone tonightCrappo the Clownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04274843790039036129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866142614290866753.post-60780126551824507692019-11-02T03:02:00.000+00:002019-11-02T03:02:04.673+00:00one just for 2019Word is you have broken free and i am glad for you.
So forget these truths for they are no use!!
Forget the way i used to touch you.
It was little more then an April fools.
And my words have grown cold while i waited for you!
So I seen there my of been more then just you to ?!
Crappo the Clownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04274843790039036129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866142614290866753.post-75596919782213620952018-03-11T21:49:00.001+00:002018-03-11T21:49:15.669+00:00Smoking gun, Broken Heart.Promises broke,
As i choke on this last sip of wine.
Could of been in a different place at a different time,
Could of been, but then that wasn't the plan.
Write words on paper,
But who would they find?
Promised not to get air locked,
But that was a promise i'd break.
The gin goes down too quick.
And sadly no one quite understands that pain.
I miss you,
The issue of chasing fools golds one too many times.
The trust is gone and the it gets harder over time to fix a broken mind,
So if you don't mind I got to go,
Walk slow my mind follows.
Sneaky finger tips,
Devil like tongue,
Sadly I never learnt not too stand to close to a smoking gun.Crappo the Clownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04274843790039036129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866142614290866753.post-24648614137390286322018-03-11T21:37:00.000+00:002018-03-11T21:37:09.892+00:00Were you on the drink last night?I can't make you love me,
I can't make you care.
I can't make you see,
When I'm not there.
I can't sing your favourite song,
I don't know the words,
But if you'd listen,
I'd sing along with the birds.
That's too early.
This is too weird.
But text me back, cause I will still be here!Crappo the Clownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04274843790039036129noreply@blogger.com0