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Jan 2021 · 1.4k
Laura Palmer
Keebo Jan 2021
“She’s dead! Wrapped in plastic”
But her spirit is in the red room, waiting
The dream man offers her a comforting hand
As she dulls on the horror show of the past
The angel who went ashtray has returned
To take her peacefully away
She breaks down and cries but laughs at the same time
Because after a life of never feeling good enough
Wanted or truly loved
Seeing an angel made her feel worthy
Laura is the happiest she’ll ever be
A Twin Peaks poem here...more based on the final scene in FWWM as it’s so hauntingly beautiful
Jan 2021 · 3.0k
Demigod
Keebo Jan 2021
John Lennon
Can you imagine the world if he wasn’t shot?
Do you think his believers will finally see
The bullshitting hypocrite behind all that peace?

“All you need is love” sang by a guy
Who went out of his way to be cruel to his wife
Used to ***** about his dad doing the disappearing act
Until he did it himself, the silly ****

“Imagine no possessions”
Bold words from a guy who had a lot of obsessions
“Love is real, real is love”
Says the guy who’d rather have two lovers at once

His best hits was with the Fab Four
His solo hits are like seesaws
Yoko Ono had some hits
By him, behind closed doors she took it

Some people see him as some sort of Jesus
But truth is, he was politically clueless
The egotistical, ignorant little poseur
Who’d rather stay in bed until it’s all over

Did he change the world? Did he ****
Nothing but a demigod, high in everyone’s mind
I’m really glad he died in his prime
Just wished that ****** Bono was next in line
Written about somebody we should not put on a pedestal
Jan 2021 · 921
Poem for Mother Nature
Keebo Jan 2021
Let me tell you about my friend
With pale light skin and ginger hair
She has a personality so beautiful, it’s rare
Whenever I’m down, she’s always there

She has blue eyes that eases the mind
With a smile that can brighten up anyone’s life
Her name is Cara but to me, she’s Mother Nature
A perfection trapped in a human figure

I’m like a sinner and she’s the sister
Listening to all my worries and adventures
When I rant about how ****** in the head I am
She reminds me how far I came to be the better man

It’s been an absolute pleasure meeting her
A one of a kind diamond treasure
I’ll always be grateful and forever love her
Even if I am a bit more edgier
Jan 2021 · 1.4k
The Wastelands
Keebo Jan 2021
Below Drown Town, there is a place
An area for the voiceless people to stay
It’s called The Wastelands
Here is where I live and spend most of my days
Fantasising about a girl who can take the isolation away

This picture I’m painting inside my head is us
Lying down in my bed
Listening to old school tunes about love & gangsta ***
I lose myself completely in the look of your eyes
While you tangle up your legs with mine
A kiss from your lips gets me high
It numbs my mind and slows down time
I whisper “let’s **** and forget who we are”
You pull me closer and say “ready when you are”

But like most fantasies, you snap back into reality
The girl I want is way out of my reach
I’m like a king with a forbidden lust dream
Starring at the world whilst I wait for a queen
In The Wastelands for the rest of eternity
This is a sequel to an early piece called “Drown Town”

I live in this area called “The Westlands” in Droitwich Spa (Drown Town) so it’s a bit tongue & cheek

“Drown Town” is a piece about the rundown down whereas this one is more of a woeful longing feel
Nov 2020 · 256
As Good As It Gets
Keebo Nov 2020
I am the lonely boy who loves a lonely girl
When I’m blue, she’s the one I run to
You’d think we go together like two + two
But in fact, we make five and here’s why
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We’re both equally traumatised
With a battlefield going strong in our minds
It tires her out all the time
Whereas I use drugs as a coping vice
We’re both fairly afraid to get close
Because past lovers still have a hold
Not in the sense we keep a torch lit
Just scarred and bruised from the flames within
We’re both so anxious about timing
She thinks she’s too much, I think I’m not enough
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These are the cards we’re dealt with
But having her by my side is a blessing
Originally this was called “Lonely Girl” part two to my second poem “Lonely Boy” but renamed it after the Jack Nicholson film
Nov 2020 · 558
SEX
Keebo Nov 2020
***
Is it a battlefield for love?
Or a wicked game of lust?
Is it a good time and fulfilling?
Or is it a meaningless rush?

Do you have *** because of connection?
Or do you **** just for the attention?
Do you have *** to feel like a new person?
Or did somebody **** your innocences?

Do you see *** as a gift?
Or a symbol of nothingness?
Do you see *** as important?
Or escapism from human conversation?

How do I see ***?
It’s better than hanging from the ceiling
How do you see ***?
I’ll be waiting
Nov 2020 · 623
FML
Keebo Nov 2020
FML
I woke up on the floor
From a party the night before  
Feeling like a train wreck, looking like a mess
Trying to piece together last night’s events
But my memory’s **** & my fishnet tee is missing
So I roll up a cig, grab my coat and leave
I’m losing count on how many times I do this routine

Walking down the street
Going through the texts I sent when you were asleep
Telling you what drugs I’ve been on
What I genuinely think, I know I’m a nihilist
But I know I can also change in your company
It’s funny how the heart speaks
When ******* & MDMA is in the  bloodstreams

Finally, I’m home
My mental state is melting like a Dali painting
So I crawl into bed for a good rest
Letting my body dissociate at the sight of 2PM
Some people say this is a waste of a day
But I didn’t think about that yesterday
Now I scream “**** MY LIFE” loudly from the inside
Part 2 of “I Wanna Live Inside Slash’s Hat”
Keebo Nov 2020
I’m at a party
With my best friends Mary, Molly & Charlie
I’m wearing women jeans and a fishnet tee
With a smile I got from a post memory
I slip into a whole new personality
Because the other me needs some sleep

I walk around
Like I’m the bees knees and not the sheep
But I do say the most ridiculous things
Like Ringo was the real star of the scene
I wanna live inside Slash’s hat for a week
And Jim Morrison really died at age 43

I’m feeling things
These people are ******* ***** to me
They only love it when your mental health slips
It’s one big party for them until reality hits
That’s when they drift and forget you exist
Isn’t life one savage *****?
Nov 2020 · 385
Poem for Beth
Keebo Nov 2020
There is a girl inside my head
Running round and round
In a pretty black dress
If I write about her, maybe she could rest
Here goes nothing, let’s put it to the test
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Her name is Beth, she’s a fragile mess
But she’s beautiful in every sense
She plays guitar and sings with her heart
Dedicates her entire life to art
She’s one of a kind, the prettiest star
The serious moonlight in the dark
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If this poem is ****** than excuse me
I never really wanted you stop running really
There is two good David Bowie references in this cheesy poem
Keebo Nov 2020
A girl and a boy
Higher than the moon
Talking all night in a neon room  
Trading secrets, dropping disguises
The ****** tension between them rises
As his hand races up and down her thighs
She stares at him with big **** me eyes
They agreed on no strings or aftermath feelings
Just some fun *** without meaning
Grinding hips with moaning lips
Body sweat drips whilst they get their fix
Hair pulling, back scratching
They only share a kiss when they’re finishing
But the next day, she’ll leave
Putting it behind her after a few drinks
But he, he’ll put his pen to paper and think
About making her the next subject of his poetry
Jul 2020 · 1.1k
“Happy House”
Keebo Jul 2020
I’m listening to Siouxsie and the Banshees
The song “Happy House” repeatedly
I’m laughing at the irony
The projections of a prefect family
Blonde hair, smiles and sunshine everywhere
Everybody’s thin and everyone cares
But sadly, that’s not our reality
That’s just something we see on the TV screens

What we have is husband’s beating wives  
Children on the street dying from a high
Angels losing their faith because of ****
And body size is always on the mind
But like Siouxsie says it’s safe & calm if you sing along
“This is a happy house, we’re happy here in the happy house
To forget ourselves and pretend all’s well
There is no hell.”
Music has and always will be an escape from this ****** reality. This poem is based on one of my favourite songs that makes me feel a little more “sane”
Jul 2020 · 238
Ode to Keebo
Keebo Jul 2020
He has trouble letting go of bad memories  
It’s the only thing that keeps him company
Some people say he needs therapy
He whispers to himself daily

He doesn’t want to get rid of the pain
It reminds him life is just a game
But when the soul can’t take the strain
That’s when the fragile heart breaks

This happens to be the start of his art
He creates poetry so he doesn’t fall apart
He shares it with us so we can say
“**** man, I feel the same”

That is his aim, it helps him to stay sane
Reaching out to those who can relate
This could be his claim to fame
But writing will always be his main escape
I like to think the main goal for poets is to make those who are reading FEEL and lately it has made me reflect a lot on why I write and what I do it for so this is my ode...to myself
Jul 2020 · 734
Slut of the 18th Century
Keebo Jul 2020
He needs no introduction
In this game of seduction
He plays and plays, leading women astray
Bringing satisfaction and in return
All he wants is your dedication
They say he’s the salvation
But he’ll lead maidens into temptation
They’ll believe they have found perfection
But little do they know, he has lovers in every location
He leaves the men in frustration
They please themselves with *******
But if a lady sees through these illusions
She’ll shout “YOU ****” in confusion
He softly replies with
“Dear, why would I be a **** if it takes two to make love?”
Dedicated to my man Giacomo Casanova
Jul 2020 · 321
Pink Bloody Dress
Keebo Jul 2020
Dallas, November 1963
Jackie wears a pink dress at her husband’s request
Unaware that it’ll soon be a mess
As they ride through a crowd of the press
She wonders which **** her husband gonna **** next
Questioning how much fake can her heart take
She does a deep breath but suddenly
A bullet shot hits his neck & another through his head
Leaving poor old Kennedy for dead
Blood staining Jackie’s pink dress
Jackie O
Jun 2020 · 310
Mommy Issues
Keebo Jun 2020
Mama, this is your black sheep
In this life that you have given me
There is sadness and misery
I can hear you whispering prayers for me
But I can also see you very clearly
Deeply regretting giving birth to me

Mother, this is your wayward baby
I’m sorry that you can’t understand me
The state of my hair or the clothes I wear
The fact that I’m never really there
“Always living life without care” you said
But I swear I’m better off elsewhere

Birth giver, this is your son of a gun
Your boyfriend has always made me feel
Unwelcome and emotionally numb
I left home so you don’t have to sleep alone
But since then my heart has turned to stone
And my mommy issues are starting to show
Jun 2020 · 1.5k
Closer to Unknown Pleasures
Keebo Jun 2020
I have been drinking with this girl all night
Admiring the beauty in her eyes
I asked “are you lonesome tonight?
If so, wanna come back to mine?”
She smiled, finished her drink and said “alright”

Now we’re back at mine
Drinking endless glasses of wine
As we continue ******* about our lives
She goes on about her ex and how he lied
I put on a vinyl to smoothen out the vibes
She says “I love this one, we must dance”
She then jumps up and takes my hand

As we dance
Looking into each other’s eyes
She gives me a kiss and bites my lip
Making me sigh
I spin her around to hold her from behind
Kissing her neck whilst she runs her fingers through my hair
I kiss behind her ear and whisper
“Should we go to bed?”
She turns around, pins me down and said  
“Let’s **** to Joy Division instead”
I had a dream about having *** with Joy Division’s music playing in the background but I woke up late for work and couldn’t “treat” myself so I wrote a poem of that dream instead (bottom line is - don’t ******* all the creative juices away)
Jun 2020 · 361
Poem for Banjo
Keebo Jun 2020
The day I found out I got a friend for life
Was the night we were getting high
In this small ****** blue car
Listening to Thin Lizzy “Whiskey in the Jar”
I look at the glow upon your face and think to myself
How **** my life would be without your grace
Some people think we date
Others say your my cover up because I’m gay
But the truth is, you’re my best mate who I can’t replace
Seen too many sides of me yet you still stayed
You’re like the soft voice in my brain
Reminding me that suicide isn’t the way
And I hope we remain the same when we’re old and grey
So we can tell the future generation how we used to sesh back in the day
Think this is actually the first “happy” poem I have ever wrote...
Apr 2020 · 371
My Old Flame
Keebo Apr 2020
I’m waiting  
Like a black cat in the doorway
Watching my old flame dance the night away
She flirts with any guy that comes her way
And I drink and drink until I’m okay
But I always end up on that wave train
Burying my feelings with *******
Now I’m walking home in the pouring rain
With a girl but already forgotten her name
My mind is walking around memory lane
Realising how much I miss my old flame
She was my soul mate but things changed
Our love was in a haze and gone astray
But one things for sure, I can never replace or recreate
The memories I hold of the good old days
Dancing the night away with my old flame
Apr 2020 · 241
The Four Wall Syndrome
Keebo Apr 2020
These four walls, they talk to me
Reminding me that time is temporary
And everyone will leave eventually
These four walls are the same four walls
That scare me, they close in without actually moving

These four walls, they are watching me
They wait till I’m asleep so they can shout
What a waste of space I’ve been
These four walls are the same four walls
That haunt me, they hold memories of things I don’t ever want to see

But these four walls know the real me
They know me better than anybody
They know everything about my story
And they will keep it between themselves for eternity
Nov 2019 · 1.5k
Drown Town (Poem)
Keebo Nov 2019
Welcome to drown town
A grey place that always holds me down
With helping hands by the local clowns
If it’s not them, it’s my mental health
But enough about that, let’s explore around
This god awful rundown town

Do you see the lady breaking down?
Crying for help, realising she has truly lost herself

What about the boy riding the bike?
Fourteen years old, feels naked without a knife

How about the gang dressed in Nike?
Whites, browns or E’s
They have the vices you desperately need

But between you and me
I like getting ****** under a tree
Alone with my thoughts about life
Can’t really see myself living past 25
I scream to God about how much I want to survive
But I am chained to my mistakes and that is no lie

So enjoy your stay in my sweet hometown
Sooner or later you’ll forget yourself  
In my own personal hell, drown town
Originally “Drown Town” is a song I did for a punk band. However in my wirter’s block I thought it be fun to take it apart and alter it

Here’s the original “Drown Town” https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=U5IFV6EEfjw
Nov 2019 · 589
Drowning Man
Keebo Nov 2019
Every time I reflect on myself
The more I realise I’m somebody else
The real me is somewhere deep down
Drowning inside, screaming for help
However I ignore this & create my day
I live life in many interesting ways
Some say I’m quirky and very strange
Very unique but ****** in the brain
Some say they know the rise & fall of my story
The drugs, the lonely hearts
The regrets & the glory
Everybody knows my name and my fox like personality
The attention itself slowly suffocates me
But when you see me sitting quietly
Looking lost, feeling everything
That’s me saying so long and farewell
Goodbye to my true self
The one I ignored and left to drown
Nov 2019 · 624
Lonely Boy
Keebo Nov 2019
Lonely boy wanting to die
He acts on this feeling but survived
Now he lies awake at night
Questioning why? Why am I still alive?
His friends know that he is traumatized
They laugh and joke before turning a blind eye
His mum knows something isn't right
When she questions him, he bottles up then replies
''Everything is fine ma, focus on your life''
That same old line tears him apart every time
When he goes out a massive black cloud hangs around
When he stays in, the walls speak and scream at him
The lonely boy is just like you and I
He feels like a prisoner in his own mind
He lies awake at the middle of the night
Knowing full well there is nothing better than a failed suicide
But the spirit and feelings within the lonely boy died
Nov 2019 · 863
November
Keebo Nov 2019
Very high
I'm falling from the sky
Try to memorise
The time I was hypnotised by your eyes
It was November
Your eyes were wide
Like spaceships or the moon in the pale midnight
Side by side
Silently & comfortably
No anxiety's or worries
I felt alive but that feeling was only for the night
Smoke after smoke
Line after line
My heart & mind were open
But now they are left in confusion
As I crash down from the sky
No parachute or net in site
I smile then close my eyes
Preparing & ready to die
With only U on my mind

— The End —