Hey, old friend
Remember the days?
The times we got so drunk we could barely crawl
What a laugh!
Other nights we'd be so wired
We chewed our lips to shreds
And do you remember that opiated Nepalese
While the rest were throwing up or falling down
We kept right on smoking
'Til we could barely find our feet
Haha!
And then tripping out at Fool's Nook
Thinking the water in the stream was diamonds
The mushrooms weren't so magic if you got a bad one
But wasn't it fun!
Going to dodgy Manchester pubs for the gear
Haha, remember that night I nearly got myself shot?
I've never talked so fast in all my life
And now that we're middle-aged
Where are we now, old friend?
You're dead and I'm falling to bits
Such fun

                            By Phil Roberts

Poetry is what keeps me up late at night

Wasn't I enough? Maybe I gave you too much..
It's the way you make me feel,
All alone, even though you're right next to me.
My chest bursting,
The feeling of holding back these tears
Because you are near, I don't want you to hear.
Was I ever good enough? Was I worth it?
Was I too much?
I cared, didn't I?
I loved you, I did.

Maybe my love wasn't good enough after all.
Since you are gone.

You promised me,
that you wouldn't leave me.
you did.
And That's when you killed me.