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Online Best Of Who?
I can see it in your eyes from across the room,
makes my heart ache, it’s a mistake - why do you
compare the self-view, dark-hue worst of yourself
to the online best of who?
Gosh dammit! I can’t stand it! If I had a single wish –
open windows, heal the widows and the few.
Those who give it all away, feel they fail some way
to the online best of who.
Wanna burn...
Friday 15th March 2024 9:20 pm
Lies, Lies, and More Lies
“I’m fine”
F. reaking out
I. nsecure
N. eurotic
E. motional
Those are the words that F.I.N.E make up
Words that lie
“I’m fine”
I say as my mind reels and races through time.
Not a day goes by that I don’t question myself.
My misconceptions and decisions.
I wish I knew how to express my thoughts
Maybe in a conclusive way,
one that was easily understood
and ...
Saturday 3rd February 2018 1:02 am
Ponytail Kid
I'm pretty sure that everyone
Knew the ponytail kid.
Had a ponytail kid.
Is what I mean.
The guy that was just...scratchy, and rough, and he needed to shave more. You know that guy?
Yeah.
You kind of have to wonder when you meet the ponytail kid, why he's like that.
With a grey hoodie that's kind of too big, and it has spraypaint haphazardly covering it.
O...
Friday 4th August 2017 5:49 pm
My Head
Consciousness' stream
Batters sensibility.
Defies any logic of control.
Mind-channel's pelt through anxious nonsense.
Respite remote.
Unattainable.
Peace a distant thought,
Foreign land. And there is no place to hide.
No breakwater, behind which
cowering folk
find lulling calm.
This torrent is totality,
whose subject matter
majors upon all those memories,
...
Sunday 14th May 2017 6:42 pm
Who Cares?
(spoken wordy angsty teenagery type poem; a work in progress)
I just need a friend
someone to turn to,
but what's the point in a friend if that friend isn't you?
Yiu see, i've got my demons
but you've got yours too.
You've got problems with the scale and you hair smells stale from all the cigarettes you smoke to curb the cravings
anf your stomach growls, begs, pleads.
But no amount of ...
Friday 16th December 2016 7:53 pm
Loving ourselves
Learning to love yourself is gruelling. Every flaw, every mistake, every quirk. Only us ourselves know how characteristically flawed we truly are. So we hide. Hide behind make up, clothes and materials.
Social media enables us to create an ideology of the person we think we are, the person we want to be. But in the midst of the night we lie awake contemplating ourselves. Questioning our choices...
Tuesday 1st November 2016 3:17 pm
painted into a corner
I paint myself inspired, intense,
dismayed but remain just a fat old man
who can’t get laid
such a contrary slut
bathing myself in the corporate filth
served in styrofoam cups
the master of diversion
ooh look
the circus is in town
maybe now is my chance
to pull up and over and run away
with a tired old sawdust queen
sold as seen
amidst this arrid contemplation
...
Saturday 28th December 2013 8:42 pm
There's More to Me
There's more to me
than what
they see.
Some see the
real me.
Some only
the facade.
Some think
I'm nice,
some think I'm odd.
Some think
I'm a dork.
My emotions
stuffed in a
bottle and
sealed with a cork.
There's more to me
than ...
Wednesday 22nd February 2012 4:38 pm
Skin Deep
‘Beauty’s only skin deep,’ they say
words they somehow think will help
words fail
fall like acid drops to litmus mind
absorbed, stored, burnt to memory
like scars.
Acute acne leaves its red and pitted trail
and mirrors tell no lies
I reflect upon a ruined face
each blemish magnified.
For many years
I shun the light
that sheds its brig...
Tuesday 18th October 2011 2:48 pm
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