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Josh Morter Feb 2013
Given grief and condescension
for the pleasure of a trip
Down spoken, down trodden
Trying to get to grips
Don't really need to take this ****,
It's been blown out of proportion
How can you tell me where I went wrong
Get the ******* your throne
And try listening to our song
We are trying our hardest,
We are working for your gain,
If you do not want to respect us,
That has been made plain
But we are here
For a reason and that reason still remains
So let us get on with our job
And not hear you complain, complain complain.
Poem by Josh Morter ©
Josh Morter Feb 2013
A friend can be many things;
Someone whose, close at hand
Someone who, will always help you
through troubles you can't stand.
Can't bare to face ,
Don't want to speak of.
These are the friends that dreams are made of.
But also friends can be made up of memories from the past.
Those strong enough to stand the test of time...
those memories that last
So even if you have a friend, someone whose life may not cross your path
You can still always think back on the times.
the times they made you laugh
Because what are friends for, other than to cheer you up when in need.
As if they are able to do it from a distance,
that is a true friend indeed.
Written on 31/01/13 by Josh Morter ©

Wrote this after receiving some news that made me think about memories of a close family friend.
Josh Morter Jan 2013
Grumpy ****, grumpy ***
There's no need to feel this way
Turn your frown upside down
and get on with your day
I may not be there to cheer you up
but God I'll try my hardest
I'll send as many kisses and as many hugs as I can
Just try to stop being a grumpy ****
Missus Grumpy ***.
Written on 27/09/12 by Josh Morter ©

Short poem I sent to try cheer up someone up because they were having a tough day and I didn't want them to be moody.
Josh Morter Jan 2013
Can you beat the thought monster that keeps you awake at night?
Gives you lots to think about before you're out like light
Wakes you up in a hurry, thinking you left the cooker on
Quick, jump out of bed, and what do you know?
You're wrong.

The thought monster plagues you throughout the night with doubt
But sometimes the thought monster is nice to have about
He makes you remember, reminisce, think way back when.
But other times he's nasty and gives you nightmares again
If only there was an off button for this dreaded beast
If only we could feed him doubts to think of before he sleeps.
But... Maybe he is lonely, and no one thinks of him
He's just trying to be friendly, trying to fit in.
The thought monster may come to visit sometime in the day.
Yet we have things to occupy us so he gets pushed away
So spare a little moment before you go to sleep, and think of the thought monster and give him some thoughts to eat.
Then whilst he is busy, shut your eyes, and go to sleep
As when you are already out the thought monster is beat.
Written on 13/10/12 by Josh Morter ©

I have always struggled with sleep, not sure I would say it is insomnia but decided to use the time not sleeping to write a poem about why... Kind of turned into a slight children's story though.
Josh Morter Jan 2013
As dry as a landslide
As moist as a flood
Feeling extreme
But not sure what's what

Can't relax like a panda
Can't sleep like a sloth
Feel more often than not
Like a light deprived moth

Eyes feel heavy
But not with weight of sleep
Body feels disjointed through lack of meat
Diet is appalling
Sleeping pattern is so bad
Feeling like half the person that I was.
2012 poem by Josh Morter ©

After couch surfing for a while couldn't comprehend. Where I was, who or what either... In my head this kind of summed it up for me.
Josh Morter Jan 2013
You
You're as sweet as strawberries
You're as fruity as white wine
You're as elegant as a red rose
God I wish you were mine
I love your cheeks,
I love you smile,
I love your eyes
gazing deep into mine
I think of you hourly,
I miss you daily,
I dream of you nightly,
You drive me crazy
What I would give to see you.
What I would endure to hug you.
What I would go through to kiss you.
If you k we you'd think I was crazy.
2012 poem by Josh Morter ©

Short cheesy poem, describing unknown strength held in someone's emotional connection with another.
Josh Morter Jan 2013
It happened again and was exactly the same
the place,
the feelings,
the kiss.
I was unsure if it was as before
But it seemed like it had developed
The passion had grown and emotions were shown
It felt like a granted wish

I thought it was love
The passion was there
The intimacy so true
But alone I am still
And you are with him
With no change in the cards

This time, I thought it was for real.
The words we used
The things we felt
The looks we shared were strong
But a cloud passes over me blowing about all these doubts

I thought it was love
The passion was there
The intimacy so true
But alone I am still
And you are with him
With no change in the cards

It was suppose to be different this time around
We expressed ourselves
We spoke out minds
We confided in each other deeply
Yet somehow it feels like I must have been mistaken
These were just motions for you as how can you lie to yourself daily

I thought it was love
The passion was there
The intimacy so true
But alone I am still
And you are with him
With no change in the cards

The change hasn't come and unsure that it will
I've had to make a stand
I wish my standpoint was stronger and it stood for what I truly want
But each time that I've tried
I feel pushed aside
So don't know what to do

I thought it was love
The passion was there
The intimacy so true
But alone I am still
And you are with him
With no change in the cards

If the words uttered were just for effect, they have certainly worked their way
I can not go without a thought of you crossing my mind at all
Minutes go by, hours tot up and days they seem so long

I thought it was love
The passion was there
The intimacy so true
But alone I am still
And you are with him
With no change in the cards

I don't want to make myself believe that feeling we had was fake
When to me it felt so strong
I would trade anything to go back to that moment
But I'm not sure you would

I thought it was love
The passion was there
The intimacy so true
But alone I am still
And you are with him
Because that's what I have been dealt.
Poem by Josh Morter ©
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