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It's easier not to love
Sometimes it’s better when you don’t have to love,
Easier when she just doesn’t give a fuck,
She said I didn’t play the pornstar, and that’s a good start,
But tonight we’ll agree neither of us have a heart.
And like a weight that’s been relieved,
Like new lungs still waiting to breathe,
There’s no pressure, or so I made myself believe.
So in the morning you can just get up and lea...
Sunday 31st March 2013 8:39 pm
One for the couple at the back
Reflected in my beer
A face appears
That I haven't seen in years.
Says he's just had his heart broke,
So I offer him a smoke
And an attempt at a joke.
Through ambient amber hazes
We discussed the settled dust
And how we'd performed on our seperate stages.
How he'd backflipped
Into a basket,
That became a funeral casket.
I s...
Sunday 17th March 2013 10:18 pm
Way Back Home
There’s always a way back home.
Maybe no one told you
But cement and brick last a long time,
Even when neglected.
You can disappear for a year or ten
Then come back again, to the street,
And watch history repeat
As memories breathe through old concrete.
And maybe it’ll seem strange to meet,
After all it was there I learnt life can be like
Spoilt conjoined...
Tuesday 29th January 2013 7:28 pm
'Cos it's the ones that love you
'Cos it’s the ones that you love,
that will hurt you the most.
Sometimes you wish they’d die
Because you can’t get cut by a ghost.
But that’s the voice of a coward
Like Ben Burnanke infront of congress,
Complexed wrongness
Leads to bong hits.
I’ve walked several times,
To Hell and back,
Old flame and fiery tendrils appeal
When there’s a storm on your back.
I’ll ...
Saturday 5th January 2013 9:22 am
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