Rage of a miser...
In a rocket to the moon
Is a variety the vanity we expect, finer
Light's and jewels of fame, can be found at home

The engines pearl, and then cease
Such a futile grace, for a lunar lander
The wake and sake we exact, to science
Is ours for a penny pinched, and an answer handier

Gold is a rock-hard silence, so thick it fell in love with you
Travail, in its wayward sigh, to wishes of silver stars, which meticulously hide
And behave perfectly, with a rolling sleep, is a bronze couth?
To these, no man's irony, has a face of determination, that is sly...

Misers be ******, nature must take it's turn
With the full cheeks of wisdom, or the kissing eye's of reason
Are we to assume, the deafness of space, to earn?
A callous, but well, beautiful way to courage's season:

On the ground we call tomorrow
A strange fate. for a muddy face and its charity of nose
Today is a shrewd levity in low, to seek the higher today, to borrow
Yesterday's smile, from a sorry voice, ready to dance the most

Over to you...
Sweet muscles and guaranteed weight, or realer sate
Of a remembered question, come from a mouth to rage at a fool
Is a worldly eye ready for me, when a tongue hungry for our fate...

i wish to see my soul.

i want to see if it's
bright
and full of colour
or dark
and miserable.

i want to stare into my soul --
just to see what's in the inside.

i wish to see my soul

i fell so void
like there is no soul inside me
once where there was joy
now there's only emptiness

i fell numb to the world around me
there is no hope for me
no one can help me
i am beyond redemption

the monster is strong
it does as it pleases
i have no choice
but to obey its voice

oh when will death set me free
from this miserable life
i am too much of a coward to end it
so i will keep hurting them

Every day is a performance, a never ending act
I always must perform or people will attack
I've become nothing more than a fake
I've no idea how much more I can take
They've forced me to hide who I love, who I am-deep down inside
When all I've ever wanted is to embrace myself with pride
They force me to wear a mask
Every day, a constant task

“Be yourself, be independent” they say
Yet when I do, they always turn away
It shouldn't be like this, it isn't ******* fair
But who am I kidding, they don't ever care
The only time they care is when there's another suicide on TV
I worry I'll share that fate, just another statistic to be
I don't know where to go or what to do
So I'm crying for help, a message to you

I can't focus on us anymore
it feels like a dream we once had
rather than a lifetime we worked on

You once made me feel precious,
invaluable,
loved.

Now I'm the fall back and safety net
you need to desire
before you hit the bottom of your bottle

I am miserable trying to hold the foundation alone.
I was looking for a life partner, not a freeloading liar.
You promised me change.

I was the fool who believed you and saw with my own eyes
you didn't touch a drop.
Now I'm left with the empty bottle in my hands,
searching for an escape from my isolation.

Each day, the quiet feels heavier and long, missing the chats that felt like a song.
Seven years spent talking from dawn till night, now silence fills where you brought light.
You rush to move on, leave it all in the past, while I’m stuck watching memories last,
Holding pieces that won’t let me be, haunted by echoes you can’t see.

Forgive me if I linger, scrolling through your trace, still tied to the warmth of your fading face,
Watching you find ways to let go, as I stay where our moments flow.
I see your posts, seeking love, seeking care, searching for something we used to share,
While I wonder if I did enough, or if I was never truly what you dreamed of.

Seven years, scattered like dust in the air, gone in a blink while I’m still there,
Tracing memories like lines in sand, wishing you'd reach back, to take my hand.
But I know you’re trying to start anew, letting go of all we once knew,
While I hold the weight of what we were, feeling like just a fading blur.

I want to speak, to tell you I care, to remind you of the love we shared there,
But I know reaching out would feel wrong, like trying to keep you where you don’t belong.
So here I am, with memories tight, holding onto pieces each day and night,
Watching you go, finding someone else’s light, while I fade into the shadowed night.

I'll never share a kiss
Or receive handwritten love letters
I'll never be given a bouquet of pink and red flowers
Or dance in the street with the late night showers

And when I feel distraught
There'll be no one there
I'll never experience comfort from another
Never the warmest hugs of a lover

I'll watch everyone else slowly fall in love
While I watch in the distance
And I wonder when it'll be my turn
Having something that which years I've yearned

And I'm simply told to get over myself
And find comfort in being independent
But for my whole life I've been on my own
Oh, how I wish to be the subject of a love poem

Must I spend my whole life alone?
Must I spend my whole life unloved?
If only I wasn't drowned in such a frantic
Oh, the miserable life of a hopeless romantic

hello my pal!
my friend!
my guy!

lets gather round’ the camp for tea
i’ll sing to you my dearest song
if you’ll sit with me for the long

i often don’t see much of you or any
now since i’ve been blue.
the days are running rather thin
i wonder how this could have been.

before i start my silly tune
i must profess a word to you
or several words, i realize now
i hate my job
i often frown.

but do not fret
for its a job
where money is made
yet not for long

i’ll quit this job
i’ll quit it now
i’ll quit tomorrow
how does that sound?

or might i live in misery
with i, with you, this cup of tea!
if this is misery, then please
forgive me but i don’t see
this all seems fairly nice to me,
this all seems fairly nice to me.