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Joe Workman Oct 2021
I don't write so good when I'm drinking
But I'm sure drinking hard tonight
I've got to pour out all these feelings
I've had bottled up inside
Looking back on memories
of what you and I used to be
Brings to mind just how I'm
Wasting away my life

It only hurts when I'm thinking
Or breathing or something else
It seems to be that everything
Keeps knocking you off that shelf
I put you there to forget you
So why do I always let you
Make me forget myself

Time was when I felt special
Time was when I felt good
But times have changed my darling
Although we thought they never would
The smell of you still hangs around
******* up the good I've found
Fills all my beers with wasted years
And steals my hard-won ground

It only hurts when I'm thinking
Or breathing or something else
It seems to be that everything
Keeps knocking you off that shelf
I put you there to forget you
So why do I always let you
Make me forget myself

Break yourself away from me
'cause I can't let you go
I'm all alone in misery
And I know that you know

It only hurts when I'm thinking
Or breathing or something else
It seems to be that everything
Keeps knocking you off that shelf
I put you there to forget you
So why do I always let you
Make me forget myself
Joe Workman Oct 2021
Knuckles cracked and bleeding
from smashing them against the wall
No saving grace, no saving face
I've had my rise and fall
Now I'm at the bottom
Under everything I fear
Take back your love, give me a shove
I should disappear

I'm so tired of beating myself up
for things that I can't seem to change
So for now all I can do is hope
I'll find a better way

You've heard me say I'm sorry
half a million times
No other man would take your hand
and only give you lies
I know you must've known it
right from the very start
This marriage thing, that golden ring
would only break your heart

I'm so tired of beating myself up
for things that I can't seem to change
So for now all I can do is hope
I'll find a better way

Take a flight
to get away from future fights
My only legacy will be remorse
Far away is really where you ought to stay
The devil take me now, I know the course
Joe Workman Oct 2021
It's not always easy
being a little kid
with some little bird to tell on me
for everything I did
Being a little hellion
came at the cost of pride
Because whenever I got caught
No matter how I tried

I'd feel the tears welling up
and I could never hold them back
They'd start to fall down my cheeks
But she never cut me no slack
When she'd say

Take those tears
and wipe 'em off
Now throw 'em on the ground
Take your foot
and lift it up
Now stomp those tears right out
She'd make me do it over again
Until I couldn't help but grin
I wiped 'em off
I threw 'em down
and stomped 'em out

It wasn't always trouble
Sometimes it was hurt
A skinned knee or a busted lip
or something even worse
But she'd always find me
She'd always be right there
A kind word and a gentle hug
She proved she always cared

When life's coming at you
too fast to keep it up
and everything is binding you
and you can't feel the love,
Then just

Take those tears
and wipe 'em off
Now throw 'em on the ground
Take your foot
and lift it up
Now stomp those tears right out
Do it over and over again
Until you cannot help but grin
Just wipe 'em off
Then throw 'em down
and stomp 'em out
Joe Workman Jul 2021
everything changed in a breath
the world stopped and my heart
stopped
there are pieces of you everywhere
i see you in everything but cannot tell you
and now i circle the drain

the moon is clouded as my mind is
and the light is hard to see

it is not good for loved things to be torn away
their endings should be natural

every once in a while i smell you on
the breezes that make hot days bearable
and i hear your laughter in the storms

you were always stormy
bright flash and a bellow of thunder
and my garden drank its fill
but no more
no more
and now my garden withers
Joe Workman Jul 2021
It's a punch to the gut
every time I think of
never hearing you again.
Knowing you're no more
makes me wonder what it's for.
And *******, but these words are thin.
Nothing I can say
could ever take away
the pain that keeps my heart so weak.
So often you were broken.
So much I've left unspoken.
More time to find the words is all I seek.

It's a torture, the not knowing.
The train of sadness never slowing,
it rumbles through my every thought.
Break the rails to pieces
and let the train fall in the creases.
Maybe then it'll finally be forever caught.
I can't ******* stand it!
I feel so ******* stranded,
deserted in my slow but sure decay.
The mountains lost their wonder,
the sun's begun to gutter,
and I don't know how much longer I can stay.
Joe Workman May 2021
I'm stripped to bones,
so take them and
hide them from me
so I can never stand again.
I don't deserve to.

Time and temper flow over me
and I'm completely under.
No joy here, no peace to breathe
and I can't help but wonder
how it would be if I could try.

Years have vanished
since I was me
and worth knowing.
Now I'm fear and I'm misery,
worthy only of dismissal.

So take my bones,
crush and powder them,
and throw them far -
let the whimsy of water win.
I can find my way without them.
Joe Workman Dec 2020
Piano light, piano bright,
play me into sleep tonight.
Music soft and sadly right,
speak my prayer and give it flight.

No angel yet, no deity
has offered help to comfort me.
Though I try, and though I plea,
I find naught, but misery.

So, piano, strong and true,
I ask only this of you:
if you can, and if you do,
make it sound like it's from you.
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