I've got pots out my back door, pots and pots and pots and some of *** out my back door, I smoke a lot of *** out my back door, smoke *** and putt into pots out my back door, can be such a cluts smoking *** breaking pots putting into pots out my back door, pots on pots on pots, lots of thoughts out my back door. Thoughts of a lot more pots to putt and grow *** out my back door. I live in a flat six floors up with no balcony, out my back door.
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 7:11 PM UTC
Rise,
be not ready
for the horizon,
regretful men
die on.
Stand, and don't
fear future
endevours, sirs.
Revel in rest,
come again,
test the waters.
Again
and again.
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 4:30 PM UTC
No brolly
and all that keeps coming
is the rain
standing on the tracks
and begging for the train
life and love has failed
to render my heart
started
to hell with
the dear departed
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 2:50 PM UTC
Sunk and missing
On an alcoholics mission
To get dry and stay oot the sky
For the time being, just being
To see tomorrow, and the day after that
And the one after that as well
One more day on earth is one less in hell
Swap pints of straight ***** for a kettle
Heavy metal for Elvis
Long walks in the park
Instead of the pub shaking my pelvis
Here's to eating vegtables, and being boring
Pausing the tele
And looking out the window when its snowing
What a mission.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 7:37 PM UTC
i
I wish to disappear
like the death of a town.
ii
Let me step in
your colourful garden
I will not harm them
try to blend
like a friend
Be part of some picturesque
perfect chosen moment--
The light plucked out stolen
your roses stiff and frozen
Tulips die by the dosen
without the touching
of a petal
a crumbling reverie
In spreading darkness
Tones drone out
a broke, worn
poisoned chest
flowers inhaling to death
You see
do you see
there is nothing left...
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
At this time
I cannot lift head
off pillow
eyes
don't budge
Bed crutch
In love
out
loud
In dreams
The peace
I find
It seems
.
In
dreams.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 10:21 AM UTC
bought her water
and chocolate
little ritual
wrote initials
and love hearts
in old school jotters
her mother taught her
truck on forward farthest
a companion in a tardis
chasing star dust
as a star.
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 4:56 PM UTC
Mental illness can sometimes
be making up stuff that isn't there
which really makes it actually there.
It's all very confusing
really like brain contusions
doing rapid locomotion during snoring
The sun totally toasting the sky
While the rain is pink and pouring
It's anything but boring
And as the years pass
Its like your lifes been stolen
The camels back worn and broken
There is never any rest
mental illness
is infinity in your head.
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 8:37 AM UTC
Sugar lump
frozen quenchy cup -
****
to the sizzling music
participate in love
Like a dove
pass some of my poems by
and leave the saddest nights
bookmarked
a sudden thirst after dark
Stark in contrast
basking in a shade of blue
pail of ice and floating
*****
trounced by a forgotten you
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 11:12 AM UTC
Sun sea Ice tea Sun tzu
burnt feet ice cream swim suit
gull coral snorkel frisbee
Red skin fish fin Chomsky
Ranina ranina René Decartes
Limpet kite taffy shark
Kayak dock jet ski sand
Bikini boardwalk Ayn Rand
Scuba castle Immanual Kant
Pier paddle sandals clam
Dunes barnicles pelican mussels
Tide pool towel Bertrand Russell
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC