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Gobs on Sticks
“The pen is mightier than the sword”, it’s said,
But bitter and twisted gobs on sticks stir shit;
Mendacity’s their stock in trade; love’s bled
To death by sabre-rattling hypocrites.
Tuesday 6th August 2024 12:13 pm
When She Left
the pain of the vacant page stage
for the dance
of my pen
the fear of the frozen mind blind
to the hope
of a rhyme
the silence of an empty house spouse
to the song
of my word
the hush of unwanted time chime
t...
Friday 15th February 2019 12:08 pm
A two week old cup of homemade lemonade right before I brush my teeth with vinegar
Losing all my trust,
yet I still believe you,
admitting my defeat.
You have lied,
many times before,
and you still told me things,
no body knows.
Showed your true colours,
but never showed your face.
Flirt with the thought of death,
somehow you were stopped,
but this time,
nothing stands in the way,
except for a bottle of rum,
a golden pen and a writing you'll never understand.
Sunday 2nd September 2018 12:16 am
My Dearest Friend
You have proven to be my biggest ally, knowing
Me better than anyone else.
Shaping my thoughts into the paper canvas, opening
A door for them to see into my world.
Grateful I am for your help, lost
I would be without you.
Thank-you for being by my side, and
For encouraging me to never give up.
My dearest friend, my
Silver pen.
Monday 6th February 2017 7:19 am
The Pen
- In general, I guess that's true
But mine's a lazy blighter;
It treats sloth as a damned virtue
It's always at a halt
It likes staring at blank paper
As though that's the thing at fault
It lives a charmed sedentary life
Full speed is torpidly inert
It charges around at the pace of a slug
When flat out and a...
Sunday 3rd April 2016 11:03 pm
The Usual
Sun through window,
Clock ticks.
I stare into space,
Blank mind like empty canvas.
Pen taps,
Doodles,
Failed slaughterer of time.
Work unfinished,
Clock ticks.
Cold coffee untasted,
I look at unread my emails,
and ignore them.
Facebook?
Clock ticks.
Clock ticks.
Clock ticks.
Shuffle papers,
Move mouse,
Press keys,
Clock ticks.
...Friday 16th January 2015 9:50 am
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