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Simon Fletcher Feb 2011
We lay aloft the coffee table
While the piano plays our serenade
While the priest is making amends with a man in the shade
That man must be part of some gimmicky charade
So he takes you out to the rose parade
And buys you candy and lemonade
Conclusion is that it's you that he has suddenly played
Another delusion has been made
We lay aloft the coffee table once more
While you try to impress me with open sores
While you try to give me more and more
All in all, you're a ***** *****.
Simon Fletcher Feb 2011
They always come here, two in two
They're always dishonest and never true
When the sudden logic has come to you
Cut the cord, that's what you're supposed to do
Haven't you got a clue
If it's anyone I'm in love with, it's you.
You're not here anymore, talking to me has become a chore
I've become a wreck and I'm now a bore
But it's you who I will always adore
You're not here anymore and that's okay
I never loved you anyway
Because I've finally grasped onto some of the things you say
That one faithful night that evolved into the day
Simon Fletcher Feb 2011
It's not me standing there
It's not me who's stroking your hair
It's not me who is staring to care
So don't call my house, I won't be there
There are some days in which you don't play fair
Stub cigarettes onto your arm if you dare
You always used to say we were the greatest pair
But you always hide from me and never share
Simon Fletcher Feb 2011
Heaven is such a beautiful thing
The cherubs come out with the birds to sing
I must be in Heaven
For I have not made myself ***** with sin
Nor have I threw my past loves in the disposable bin
Simply honest, I am
And all the baby angels are done eating their strawberry jam
I am in euphoria, I've met and shook hands with Mary
And picked the clovers of the tree which grows cherries
Euphoria is all I need...
I am a very stressed person, I cannot comprehend
The feelings I show, and try to mend
I cannot compute anymore
Thinking has become a total bore
So walk out the ******* door
Because you're reading this, and you want more.

(Whatever, it's a bit of a "public draft", I've been away for a while, that's all...)
Simon Fletcher Jan 2011
It glimmers into the night
And it's such a beautiful sight
To fall in love with the illuminating light
To my dismay, the lamp has to dull the light
And you alarm me with your talk of suicide and mass ******
So, don't be so weak, go up and ask her
She likes you, you know
Because she has been staring at you through her window
Let her know you love her, she'll smile and return the saying
The oh-so infamous loveydovey relationship
Such a bore, I never have that kind of chemistry
How do you get such a long-term relationship
How does she have the nerve to cut you off
She has gone away, she's on the ship
Simon Fletcher Jan 2011
At first, I caught a delusion...
Of what simply needed to fade away
The paperboy comes here with his pay
And seems to stay here all day
He signs all my documents with a rubber stamp
And brings back my drugs like a champ
Temporary placements...
Deciding not to burn out
I went outside to hear my neighbourhood's point on doubt
All of them had varying opinions
And each one of them had to shout
I smiled and said "Don't shout, don't pout!"
I was determined that it would never happen again
And now the same person comes here with a blood drop on his lense
He said he slipped and fell and cut himself on the sharp edges of the fence
I told him to use soap, rinse and cleanse
Simon Fletcher Jan 2011
They sit, dead at the table, one slumped over after the other
The man in the suit, I have not seen him before
Must he have seen me from the shadows under the door
I was quiet, I'm certainly sure
In terms of speaking, he only uttered one word responses
I did not mind, then he hung himself in my closet
Shattered, broken, I was
But I had to laugh
The entire scene was daft
Or at least it was to me
The old man's shotgun sits under the roof of my mouth
My life is filled with such doubt
I don't believe in another day
Since everyone has left and passed away
Now is the time, then was the time
Of holding hands and embrace
I just wish I had never seen your broken face
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