Wednesday, 11 November 2026

Is too late?

I say it to much,  it loses power. 
But sometimes I need it, 
On the hour,  every hour.
Thst is
The need someone
who needs me.
None of the previous.
Time whooses by,
Unfulfillment,
Suicide, good bye.
It seems all he loves must die.
But the love never does,
It like energy can never be truly destroyed.
Simply changes in form.
But the empty bottles by the bed,
They are a cruel reminder.
Off how far he will go for peace.
Hoping for a good night's sleep.
But the weight of non existent dust,
Weights him down.
He give up fighting the demons,
And in the end welcomed them
To his home.
His runny nose tells a tail.
That no one sees.
 Afraid to blow his nose,
But sure everybody bleeds.
He doesn't hear the birds sing,
Just his alarm Demanding
He wakes up.
Hits snooze even though he
Won't sleep,
But it's so close to him giving up.
And so another day.
Tired and fuked up.
Only to get out of work
And feel ready to dance
With the demons
So life no longer hurts.

Neither should you.

Is the heartbreak never ending?
How did everything get so shit?
Nights pretending I'm asleep. 
But that doesn't stop the thoughts. 
Or halt the hurt. 
And it doesn't matter you can't 
Physically feel it, 
Doesn't matter you don't know it. 
Because it's always there. 
Ready to snowball, 
Everything at once. 
And you need to rest for work. 
But the world keeps turning. 
Nothing stops for no one. 
And that's what gets to me. 
The machine doesn't care for your history. 
Doesn't care you were the best craic. 
Doesn't give a fuck about your first love
Or the people you helped. 
Doesn't care if you were kind and good. 
It doesn't stop for anyone, 
So, maybe neither should you. 

Tuesday, 10 November 2026

Shit ride

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Her 3rd best ride
Still trying to fix
My heart,
After the last
Heartbreak.
Still speak
Like I've nothing to hide.
Stay up all night
Chasing the high.
Needing to numb
What I can't work out
And what I can't see
With my eyes.
God loves you if you try.
But I'm stuck in a rut,
Always wondering
"why?"
Is it me? 
My actions?
Or
Am I shit ride?

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.