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Simon Fletcher Jan 2011
Lenny! Smile for me!
He does so, the grin on his face
Better than his cries of despair or just subtle disgrace
He sat down, on the beaten up woven couch
Took out five cigarettes from his pouch
Halfway, he stared at the television, I knew something was wrong
Lenny has not been like this for so long
I nudge him, filled with worry
He smiles at me and reassures
Walks outside to look at the birds
I sit outside on the ***** couch, he tries to jump off my roof to get a kestrel
I laughed, told him to get off
He spent the whole day looking at this moth
It had such vivid colours and it appealed to me
Then I tried to catch it with my hands, it just had to flee
I watched it fly away into the dust and the air
Lenny burnt himself again, a sudden act of despair
Simon Fletcher Jan 2011
Love has been in the air recently
But I can't feel it touch me
For the reasons I know
Because my sense of love has turned into sour loathe
They cleanse their children in the bath with exotic soaps
And they have a closet to put in the children's clothes
I can never have children, I am way too blank
Because I don't have enough money stuffed into the bank
Marriage seems easy to many but for me it's become difficult
Because some girls don't like boys who act like adults
I just wasn't made for these times
So I'll sit alone with my cold strawberry wine
Simon Fletcher Jan 2011
Annalisa, you have forgotten me
And left me with a shred of hope and dignity
For years, I had to fend for my own
I've had to feed myself and clean my hair with a comb
I will always come back to you but I don't know when
Because I always have constant demons to defend
I cherish the moments in vivid Technicolor
I get weak to my knees and barely speak to one other
You told me a lot of useful things that I will use in my later career
If I go down that destined road, things will be all clear
Simon Fletcher Jan 2011
She flops over quietly aloft the floor
Begging for me not to beat her some more
Her little cries for help, I just ignore
Because loving her has become such a chore
Tears down her face are so crystal clear
Like the fourth of July every year
Like the shards of the smashed and broken mirror
But while I hurt her again and again
You all cheer
Simon Fletcher Jan 2011
I'm broken
Beyond repair
I'm sick of sitting in this broken chair
I am tired of looking at the tele and having to stare
I'm sick of it all, why can't I end?
Is there some radical party I must attend?
Beautiful people are all over the place
And stare at me with utter disgrace
Because I'm ugly and I was made this way
Why can't I just take my life and go away...
Simon Fletcher Jan 2011
My wife can scrape my brains off the walls
She can shoplift inside of the malls
She can mop up the ****** mess I've made onto our floors
Empathy, it is what I can never have
I am not happy nor am I ever glad
Shapes into shadows, vast upon my walls
I can hear the shallow distant calls
She paints blue and red onto a child's skull
Make it seem bland and weak, so dull
This flower she has given me, it has decayed
Like me, she never stayed
But now I have a gun to my head
And shortly, I will end up dead
With only a paragraph in the news
Let the world know I have been forever used
Into a world of ***, drugs, and magic
The bullet in my skull is where it's going to stick...
Simon Fletcher Jan 2011
You come and you cry to me
With every ounce of insanity
And now you cannot trust me
*******, I helped and I attempted, you wouldn't let me
You could not handle the tone of sincerity
How dare you, how ******* dare you spit upon me as if I am trash
And burn me until I am nothing but a heap of ash
I spit upon you, you arrogant *****
With the salty razor blade you constantly lick
And attempt to swallow so it can slash your insides
And you go outside to fly your ******* kite
Which I bought with my money, when I could tolerate your *******
I'm done, I am simply frustrated, **** all of it...
And you attempt to con me out of the words, how dare you...
I will **** you before you **** yourself, it's not worth it to be suicidal when you have someone as powerful as me
It really is
That's all there is to it
Another brick in the wall has been hit...
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