Saint Jimmy

Saint Jimmy Mar 2017

I have no friends, not many.
I have allies, tools, things to be used.

A person is only useful to me when I can get something from then.
When they're no longer useful they're disposable, something to be removed.

If someone has enough pressure,
Enough money put on them,
They will do everything, anything for you.

People flock to power, and the best way to get power?

Be better than them.

Saint Jimmy Mar 2017

Corrupting a good mind

It's not difficult,
Take someone innocent and corrupt them.
Take them by the hand and show them your world

This was written during a time when I was in a disagreement with a friend over a relationship I was in,namely the fact that I turned this person from being very respectable into a mess and into everything that their family didn't like, a punk rock girl with messy hair, awesome peircings etc. needless to say said relationship didn't last long...

Saint Jimmy Mar 2017

Nine semicolons

I was bullied;
I was hated;
I lost all my friends;
I was sexually assaulted; I went to court;
I went mad;
I tried killing St Jimmy;
Life wasn't going anywhere;
I was nothing;

If you know what the semicolon means, you'll understand, if you have one I'm so proud of you for still being here,
I have none tattooed yet due to not being old enough, it is a difficult fight but it is worth it in the end.

Life is too beautiful to give up

Saint Jimmy Jan 2017

Read them still

My head is a mess but I can't write.
I'm wide awake in the middle of night,
Just trying to sort things out, work things through.
But I keep coming back to you.
I write if I can gather the will,
I wonder, do you read them still?

Just send me a message I'm not far away, I know we argued the other day.
I'm not sorry for the things I've said,
It should've been kept inside of my head.
But they were true,
And just a few.
I could've said more but,
I hate our wars.

We're not friends,
That was the end.
I guess,
We gave it our best,
Did better than rest.
We took our time,
Should've been fine.

My head is a mess but I've managed to write.
I'm still wide awake in the middle of night,
Just trying to sort things out, work things through.
But I keep coming back to you.

I write if I can gather the will,
I wonder darling, do you read them still?

Hey, for all you who do read my stuff, thank you, and sorry.
Sorry for not posting more often things just got overwhelming and I was writing verse after verse, stanza after stanza, but most nights (I write at midnight gmt time) they ended up being deleted or ******* up and thrown in the bin or ignored. So hopefully I can be regular for a while, once a month or so, maybe once every two weeks.

Best wishes and be safe, love you darlings xoxo

Saint Jimmy Jan 2017

Messenger chats

When you're name lights up my phone
I answer as quick as I can,
Even though you want nothing to do with me.

Clearly
You chose him after all.
I find myself wanting to scream at you.
Shout at you, hurt you.
I want to say

I HATE YOU!!

But everytime it's just,

I love you.

But not anymore,
Now I fight to stop myself screaming.

WHAT THE **** WAS I TO YOU?

Do you wanna know something?
You don't get to be a ******* memory

Hey, this was written up to the "I love you" part and then well I realised that I was stupid and she was toxic so I edited it. It is inspired by an actual human (I know I have some level of social interaction :p) and also by the beginning of the really long intro to Green Day's jesus of suburbia video. Have fun peoples and be safe

#love #hate #humour #swearing

Saint Jimmy Dec 2016

A song that makes you cry

A song that makes you cry

Have you ever pressed next on your playlist, only for the song to make you cry?

Have you ever listened to one of those songs and seen the person who you think about whilst listening to it?

I have. There are is a few songs that make me think of you. And I know I promised never to write another poem about you.

But I can't promise that.
Just like I can't promise to stop loving the memory of you.
Just like I can't promise to be happy as friends.

I can promise you one thing.
That's that I still love you.
And that whenever we are alone together, walking home, I can barely stop myself.

I can barely stop myself from stopping you.
From picking you up in a hug.
From kissing you like I should have.
From giving you the love you deserve.

I saw you the other day.

I cried.

I was listening to whatsername.

Forgetting you but not the time.