She Fell Apart, We Had a Party

That girl we think we all despise
Finally reached her demise
She ripped open her soul and opened her heart
On that glorious day she fell apart
And we celebrated
With two glasses of wine
A cigar and an ashtray
We had a really good time
She fell apart
We had a party

That boy we take time to ignore
We had no idea what he had in store
Took a rope and hung from the sky
No-one bothered to wonder why
‘Cause we celebrated
With vodka, coke ‘n’ a bathroom stall
Biscuits and fancy stuff
Man we partied, we had a ball
He fell apart
We had a party

That couple who were so much fun
Destroyed each other with that gun
Pulled the trigger closed the door
We found them both out on the floor
We were so shocked
With the faces of awe and cries of pain
Blood spattered and tears of agony
I never thought I’d breathe again
They fell apart
We killed ourselves..




Paperback Reader

I sat alone reading Ted Hughes
And Sylvia Plath
In a library I don’t remember
With people who don’t like me
And people I don’t like
Today

I heard your laugh
Saw a wisp of your hair
And ducked behind
The corner
I couldn’t bear it
I couldn’t bear it

The piece of paper now scribbled
With words that I meant
“I hate myself” etched over
And over
And over again

I ignored the funny looks
And the stupid comments
And the constant noise
I drowned it out and I closed
Myself up

I cut myself out of
This reality
From those piles and piles
Of paperback books
The stupid glares
And pointless looks

I curled up and tried to die

My arm hurts more when I
Wish it to
Than when I hurt it myself




Two to Tango

Life’s a game of cat and mouse, my love
Just try not to get chased
Life’s a game, so take the house, my love
Don’t leave the game disgraced

Love’s a war so win the battle, my life
Don’t surrender yet
Love’s a war and bones will rattle, my life
So sit back and fret

We live to dance
And we love to live
It takes two to tango
And you only get
One chance

Life’s a ticking clock, my love
And time’s not running out
Life’s a miracle, not a shock, my love
So instead of crying, shout

Love’s a fight for being wrong, my life
So try and get it right
Love’s a whisper of a song, my life
Don’t lose on an oversight

We live to dance
And we love to live
It takes two to tango
And you only get
One chance




I Doubt


I doubt you'll write this poem for me
Since I so rarely get
The things I set my heart upon,
The things I might regret.
So little do I now expect,
So little hope or fear,
I draw a circle round myself
And find my pleasure there.
I do not like my friends, nor do I
Think that they like me.
Their words are hard, like jagged rocks,
Their treacherous eyes like scree.
Alone I read, I dream, I like
My music loud, I wait
For something that will never come,
I fault my faultless fate.
I throw myself upon your will,
Yet know you will not say
The words that show me to myself
And burn my heart away.


Her

She looks at herself in the mirror,
And sees nothing but herself,
No depth, no inner self, just a person
With no direction,
Just a person with no control.

She hasn’t smiled in weeks,
Hasn’t laughed since Christmas,
Hasn’t been outside,
And tasted the freshly cut air,
And touched the pasty white clouds,
Because none of it matters to her anymore.

Slowly, she moves towards the photo,
Feeling weak,
It smiles, she sighs, a tear rolls down her cheek,
And plants itself on the roll of the typewriter,
Ink smudges and runs into the line below,
Mixing words and phrases,
The story makes no sense now.

Her poem was not autobiographical,
Pristinely written on paper pearly white,
Then typed to perfection and laid neatly on the desk,
Parallel to all the papers in her line of sight.

The tears continue to seep through her eyes,
And the ink from the bottle now spills,
She reaches into her bag,
And swallows five blue pills,
Because none of it matters to her anymore


That Violin

That violin’s been playing too long,
That boring screechy mournful song,
Those diamonds have lost their shine,
You’ve lost yours and I’ve lost mine,

That fire’s not quite burnt out,
It’s all kept safely in your eyes.
There’s sparkles all about
That shimmer I despise
Lies hidden and dies.

That violin’s all drained of sound now,
The player’s dead and in the ground now,
No-one played at his wake,
Reputation was at stake.

That fire’s not quite burnt out,
It’s all kept safely in those eyes,
There’s money all about,
That greed we all despise,
Lies with him and dies.

That violin lies unused on the corner of my street,
Broken strings and broken heart misses every beat,
That 50p I threw in his hat
Every day and that was that.

That fire’s not quite burnt out,
It’s kept safely in those eyes,
There’s regret all about,
Feelings I despise,
Remorse never dies.


Talkin’ Bout My Generation

Ah, teenage rebellion.
My parents are fools.
We’re not fuelled by hormones
We’re fuelled with disrespect
And hate, anger, jealousy.
Drugs, alcohol and cigarettes.
It’ll take more than education
To make us a society
Worth looking up to.

We care how people look at us
And we care what they’ll think
About our clothes, our music,
It’s all that matters.
We act out,
If we didn’t you’d hate us more,
We are the generation of the
Hoodie, R ‘n’ B, the crazy frog,
Spawned from britpop,
And look where we are.

It’s all so rudimentary.


Confessions

I went to the park
Sat on the swings
Took five blue pills
Swigged them down
Tried to sleep
Just felt sick
Emptied my stomach
In a bush
And set off home.

I’ve never told anyone this before
But I trust you more than you know.

I Went To My House
I Sat On My Bed
I Cut Myself Stupid
I Didnt Want To Stop
Well I Never Really Did

I’ve never told anyone this before
But I trust you more than you know.

I Am Here
Standing So Near
But I Might As Well Be Away
I Said I Would Never Cut Again
But I Lied
Again
I Did It Too Myself Again
And I Dont Know When The Cutting Will End

I’ve never told anyone this before
But I trust you more than you know.

I Just Wanted To Die
I Wanted To Go Away
I've Never Wanted To Stay
Kill Me Now
Let Me Die
For There Is No Reason
Another Cut Wont Hurt
Another Cut, oh how smart
A Cut On The Wrist
Turns To A Cut On The Throat

I’ve never told anyone this before
But I regret it more than you know.
(Lies)


This Is It

I helped you pack your suitcase
I let you return my key
When you walked through that door
I couldn’t watch
I could barely see
Through the tears
Falling thick and fast
This feeling of loss –
How long does it last?
I knew you had to leave.
I knew you couldn’t stay
I’ve said goodbye once
I’d say it every day
If I had the guts
But I’m so tired
Of crying my heart out
I’m exhausted
And this can’t go on

No more bruises
No more cuts (lies)
I’ll try and be normal
Like everyone else
And act normally
Cry normally
Speak normally
And tell you how I feel
But there’s people worse off
People who hurt more
And people who need help
So I’m sorry
And I’m sorry again…

How can I make this seem
Trivial?
When it’s not.
It’s not at all.

You’ve been away for about 3 months
But it feels like an eternity



By The Bikeshed ( not inspired by "Handsome Devil....)

"By The Bikeshed" You Say
Let Go Of The Girl
As We Slip Away
Under The Tire
As You Set My World
On FIRE

I Know What Hands Are For
But Yours Always Meant
Something More
My Mouth Is Crammed
With Words I Couldnt Express Before
And So Much More

And I'm On The Floor
And I'm Being Eager To Be
Held
And I Would Like To Give You one
But Its Too Late
As We've Slipped To Far Away

I Crack The Whip
You Skip
And You So Deserve It

By The Bikeshed At
20 Past 4


Growing Pains (Ode To An Emo Kid)

Maybe I should be more discerning
But here I am, reaching out
And you’re throwing it back in my face
Oh brother, you look such a disgrace
With your lackluster smile
And the carvings in your arms
Well you expect them to believe you
When you’re the “crazy one”
Who self-harms?

Oh take my advice, my bittersweet brother
You’re doing yourself no good
I know you’re there all misunderstood
With your cuts and scrapes
And red riding hood
And you cover your lies up
With wristbands and chains
And posters on walls
And poems describing in detail
Loneliness and growing pains

My little emo brother
With your whiny punk rock
And kohl-rimmed eyes, red with tears
And hundred-paged-journals
Chockablock with your fears
Your blackened nails don’t hide a thing
I’ve seen the tear-stained pillow
I’ve seen the blood red sheets
Don’t think your exploits get past me
I’m not a sister who’ll take you under my wing
Or sit here and listen to the sad songs you sing

But the tables have turned
And I’m worried for you
Asphyxiated in your lonely room
Eyes of red, lips of blue
And I see the razorblades, two by two
Lining your walls
And haunting your dreams
Oh, my little brother
Life’s not as hard as it seems

Forever Inkstained


you’re a poet, you know?
With your chewed nails and nibbled pens
Flowing with the ink
That coats your overused hands
You might not know it
While you lick your teeth and dream
But every time you write a verse
You spill until it’s gone
I’d like to think that maybe
(Because you know I like a poet, me)
You’ll stay forever inkstained
Purely as a regularity
Purely for me
The callused fingertips, guilt-ridden and black
With coal, the lines on your palm
Waiting to be read
By someone who understands
You’re going to live forever
The way the crosses link over folds in the skin
And wrinkles overlap
Highlighted by blue and black biro
Or scrawling fountain pen
And your fingers fold beautifully
As though they’ve never known how
Knuckles bruised
With a highlighter
So we can see every detail
Every little scratch and burn and freckle
And as my soul
Who’ll never hold your filthy hands
Will stay forever pained
My little tortured soul
Know your little filthy hands
Will stay forever inkstained


It’s Impossible To Explain Just How Much I Miss You

I remember a time
When we spoke of our problems
And laughed at our jokes
And it all made so much sense

Now we’re forced
To speak over the web
And you’ve got so many issues
I just don’t know what to say

I look back on a time
When nothing else mattered
When we sat on a bus
And talked about dances
Though you knew you couldn’t go

Now I’m forced
To stay at home that night
Because I’ve got so many issues
And just don’t know what to do

I just wish
We had one more day, week, month, year
Because we’ve got so much to talk about
And there’s never enough time

It’s not a case of “wish you were here”
Because that goes without saying
In fact
I can’t put into words
Just how much I miss you




What If We Stopped


What if we stopped writing poems
When poets become obsolete
Because every object
Has been compared to everything else
And every image
Has been done before

What if we stopped writing stories
When writers mean nothing
Because every story
Has been told by someone else
And every character
Has been described before

What if we stopped singing songs
When singers do nothing
Because every ballad
And every love song has been sung
And every tune
Has been written twice over

What if we stopped living now
Because life is meaningless
Without poems, stories, songs
And everything I do
Has been done by someone else
In another place
And they did it better


Walking Under Ladders

You’re luckier than some
But you’ve lost your charm
And that’s all that was keeping you sane
And under the gun
You pulled the alarm
To stay ahead of the game

So stop hiding from the black cats
They’ll track you down some day
And start walking under ladders
Because karma makes you pay

You’re luckier than some
That horseshoe kept close to heart
And you’re running away, almost too fast
You’re having no fun
So go back to the start
And stop running from your past

So lose that rabbit’s foot
And four-leafed weed
Start walking under ladders
Stop making yourself bleed



You’ve Lost Me

Ask the question again but this time louder
Reduce my brain to mush or a fine powder
Because I can’t answer a single one
Swap this pen for a sturdy gun
I have a feeling this last exam will cost me
So ask again, you’ve lost me there, you’ve lost me

So tell me again why I’m sitting here
Not a sound but the buzz of wasps stinging in my ear
I turn the page and just find hell
I thought I’d ace it but you never can tell
This answer here’s a bit of a gamble
But I had little time and was forced to scramble

Every word I know and everything I’ve learnt
Could not possibly prepare for firing up and getting burnt
I’m unprepared I’m unprepared
You’d assume that I’d be more scared

This last exam is going to cost me
And first question has lost me there, it’s lost me


(More To Come)

You've forgotten those:

http://forums.morrissey-solo.com/showthread.php?t=74655

http://forums.morrissey-solo.com/showthread.php?t=79868

You've forgotten those:

http://forums.morrissey-solo.com/showthread.php?t=74655

http://forums.morrissey-solo.com/showthread.php?t=79868

I havent finished yet!!


oooh and well done for getting to 10,000

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Rob

Have you ever thought about singing your poems?

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Rob


helllllllllllllllllo


Have you ever thought about singing your poems?


I would if I could:(

helllllllllllllllllo





I would if I could:(
I'm sure you can :)

I'm sure you can :)

I sound like erm posh spice...

I'm a musician, I'm not Marr.
I need someone to sing to good lyrics

I'm a musician, I'm not Marr.
I need someone to sing to good lyrics


I'll give it a bash if you want :p

I'll give it a bash if you want :p
that's fine ;)

(i've already tried to do that with the user called albion, i sent him a track and he wrote some lyrics, but he never sent me the track back with his vocals on it.)

that's fine ;)

(i've already tried to do that with the user called albion, i sent him a track and he wrote some lyrics, but he never sent me the track back with his vocals on it.)

well I cant promise anything! but i will try...

Thanks for sharing Robert Neville. I particularly liked "What if we stopped".

:)

Thanks for sharing Robert Neville. I particularly liked "What if we stopped".

:)


thank you, thank you, thank you

I wouldn't mind posting a poem, as long as I'm not treading on yr toes Robert

I liked 'confessions'... maybe liked is the wrong word, but there was sympathy and understanding...

I wouldn't mind posting a poem, as long as I'm not treading on yr toes Robert

I liked 'confessions'... maybe liked is the wrong word, but there was sympathy and understanding...

please post a poem, I have no toes for you to tread on :)

God Speed, My Lonely Angel

There’s a spark in that empty fireplace
There’s a breath of life in the dusty room
When everything new arrives too soon
And everything old becomes too old to face

There must be a time in my inadequate life
Where I deserve a chance
There comes a time in every lonely boy’s life
Where he must learn to dance

There’s a feeling of closeness as you look
From the other side of the playground
When I’m alone no matter how many around
And the only feelings left are the ones you took

There will be a time in my little old life
Where I’m given a break
There comes a time in every lonely boy’s life
Where more than love’s at stake

I let you go, my lonely angel,
But not without a fight
Goodbye, my lonely angel,
Try as I might
To catch up with you, lonely angel
You’re too far out of sight

God speed, my lonely angel
Away into the night
God speed, my lonely angel
And I let go of my kite…


Falls Apart

The Light Which Once Shined So Brightly
Now Barely Flickers
The Entusiasm, The Urge To Fufill His Dreams
Has Disappeared Without A Trace
He Had The Chances
He Took None
The Cold Expression On His Face
The Meaningless Stare
The Motionless Body
Once Full Of Joy
The Lust For Life Shattered
Repressed He Feels No Pain
He Feels Something Though
Through His Broken Body
And Stolen Soul
His Tired Body
His Brain Is Dead Weight
Once Buzzing With Thoughts
Calculating, Thinking , Planning , Learning

This Is Where He Falls Apart
Learning The Lessons From A Broken Heart
He Is Planning To Pick Himself Up
But When Your Down On Your Luck
It Doesnt Matter How Hard Your Thinking
Because Your Always Going To Be Sinking


Journals

Pieces of paper
Leading to my destruction
You don’t understand
What’s written on them

The words slowly kill me
As I read on and on
A portal into a past
Of anxiety and hate

You ask what’s the point
Of putting my feelings on show
For everyone to see
So why do you cry?

It’s all the same
A constructive way of
Releasing grief
On some unwilling victims

Shadows of your past
Climb your memory
And tear it down again
At least I can burn my books

Your tears don’t burn
But I’d laugh
If you cried petrol
And I watched your eyes sting

And I’m in the fire
That cool blue flame
I see my life fall apart
It feels damn good.


Life Lessons


“I see you’ve learnt your lesson”
The pot said to the kettle
“That’ll teach you to involve yourself in heavy metal
Pots and pans and nihilist fans
Who don’t love you for who you really are
Without me you won’t get very far
We’re just rain on rose petals
Not special pots and kettles
We’re just like all the others
Trying to make it in a world of scorn
Getting nowhere but to make a hot drink
And we’ll wind up back at the kitchen sink
Lost and all forlorn,”

“Fame takes you like a stinging nettle,”
(The pot said to the crying kettle)
“Just one touch and you’re crying in the gutter
Speaking through a splutter
Dying to come home to me
Just to find a remedy
Then you’re off to try again
Well you’ll always be in pain
I promise you, it’s just as you think
I’ll always wait here by the kitchen sink
For my washed up superstar
Fixing strings on a smashed guitar”


Honesty

I draw pictures nobody looks at
I write poems nobody reads
I have opinions that just don’t matter
I cut myself til it bleeds
I write stories people scoff at
I read books just to feel
I play music no one likes
I wish that I weren’t real
I have parents who don’t believe me
I get no apologies
I’m unfaithful and undeserving
Never trust me, please
I’m a hypocrite and a sycophant
I’d scream but no one would hear
I’m a liar and a loser
I always give in to fear
I’m dishonest and disloyal
I’m bitter and unkind
I never say a bad word
But I rarely speak my mind
I go blank at confrontation
Or I blow a fuse
I’m an inconsiderate bastard
I ignore, I steal, I use
I’m unoriginal and unheard
People don’t know me
So don’t believe a word
I’m a liar and a sinner
I always get my way
Yet you stick by me through thin and thinner
When you know I’ll never stay
I’m not worth it
Just leave me
For once, I beg you, believe me
It’s not worth your time
Trying to make me feel fine
Or to get on your knees and pray
You could rip your heart out
I’d still leave you the next day


Nothing Special

Little gifts and little miracles
Lie dormant on the path of fate
If people say you’re nothing special
They don’t know what
They mean

Little sparkles left by little angels
Bleed through the doorway
If people say you’re nothing special
They obviously haven’t
Met you

Little songs and little poems
Written from the heart
If people say you’re nothing special
They obviously haven’t
Read them


A Risky Game

This is a risky game, we play
you know
but i think i want to play along
anyway

Lets pretend somethings happening
they will never know
just as long as we both know
its only for show

So leave us alone
if you must
although i have to admit
i'm not at all fussed

We shall play the game
of risk
although by the times its finished
i'm gonna be so bored
i'll end up like you
and buy a bottle of whiskey



Lets Go Down (On Each Other)

I'll show you mine
as long as you dont laugh
and if you show me yours
it will mean more than my life is worth

With my mouth, so empty
but yet so full
of everything
sex, rock, words and all

and when we're not alone
i just wish we could be
so i could give you a bone
you could be hungry?
i know i am

Lets go down
on each other
i'm game, i know your not
but still
you can stand
and i will kneel
it doesnt bother me
just dont tell my mother


Dolly mixtures


I’ll share my dolly mixtures
But only if
You make me smile
Oh for its been a while
Your not doing a good job
I’ve heard these lines
Too many times
Another joke
Another story
Its not making my smile
So the dolly mixtures are mine!

I’ll share my dolly mixtures
If you show me
Show me, life
God knows its been a strife
Well if this is life
I don’t want to live
I’ve heard these stories
I’ve heard these lies
Well love
This dolly mixtures
There staying fucking
Mine!


Oh I Think I Need A Life


Trudging through websites
Till I find one that
Takes my fancy
None do
But I’m still looking
Downloading the new
Songs
The new craze
Well I haven’t bothered to look
I could be free
Outside running
Outside reading
Just outside
But no
I’m still searching
Drink in one hand
Smokes in the other
None take my fancy




Making up website names
Till I find one
That exists
There’s a million other
Things I could be doing
But there’s a million other
Websites I could be looking at
But when you’ve watched every video
And searched every profile
It all rolls into one
And I could be outside
Outside stealing
Outside scheming
But I’m here
Smiling, for no
Particular reason
Oh
I think I need a life

The Back Room

I Tripped and fell at your feet
and i will serve you breakfast in bed
if you let me free
free from these shackles you've put me in

i think its only fair
i've been a good boy
for you
and if you could just stop kissing me
and if you could just stop whipping me
let me go

you've kept me in this back room
your back room
and nobody know's who swallow whom
because i'm locked
in jakes back room



Falsetto

She’s being the queen with strappy stilettos and tiny handbag
She’s strutting through my house like she owns it

He’s breaking in like he knows what he means
He’s talking to me like he thinks I’m listening

They’re kissing like no one can see them
They’re smiling like they’ve never been happier

I’m despairing quietly by myself
I’m crying into my hands

You’re looking at me like you know what’s wrong
You’re looking at me and bursting into song

A high pitched voice
Like everything else in this room

Falsetto



So Close To Home

I can smell the welcoming scent of my blue open door
I’d love for you to shut up but I’m dying to know more
It’s been a long day in the heat of the afternoon sun
It’s been a long day but I can tell it’s only just begun

I can imagine myself, key in hand
I can picture myself where I want to stand
Right in front of my ringing phone
And let it ring out, wait for the tone
It’s so hard to admit that you’ve lost it all
And it’s so hard to imagine where you’re going to fall
When you’re just so close to home

I can see my journal open on a dusty shelf
I can see me writing about anyone but myself
It’s been such a hard day under London skies
But such a good feeling until the day dies

I can see myself, foot poised over thin air
I can see you, throwing sonnets in despair
I’d like to say I’m all alone
And I’d love to knock you off your throne
It’s so hard to try to be anywhere but here
When that’s the place I’d like to fear
But I’m just so close to home.



That’s nice, now let’s talk about me…

I had fun today
I never want to do it again
I expected better of you
I don’t know what to think
I don’t know what you think
I don’t want to

I think we should think about this
I want you to say something
I can’t be bothered to listen

I think it’s time I spent some time alone
I can’t let go or I’ll die
I think I make no sense
I want to be happier
I want you to make me happier
I don’t really want you around

I wish you were here more often
I wish we could’ve worked out
I wish I wish I wish
I just wish I was a bit more believable

I wish you’d believe me for once
I wish I could just stop lying
I know what’s going on
I don’t care
I know what happens when my back’s turned
I still don’t care

I’ve had enough
Can we talk about something else now please?



God Hates Me

I heard of a man who got hit by a train
He sat on the track and waited for pain
He cried “God can’t hurt me!”
He didn’t understand
That the train was pushed by God’s vengeful hand.

People these days…

I heard of a girl who sat in the rain
Crying her heart out, praying for pain
She cried “God can’t help me!”
She didn’t know
That God froze the rain and made it snow.

People these days…

I sat in the park and smiled in vain
I knew someone up there was plotting my pain
I said “Just come and get me…”
I’m not a great believer in fate, me
I just know God happens to hate me.

People these days… They just dont make them like they used to!



Its Getting Pathetic

I see you writhing up, to get closer to him
And I'm not the only that can see it
You writhe up the sofa
To get some recognition
You look into his eyes,
Just to make some sort of contact.
Your looking a little desperate
Has it actually come to this?
You writhe up closer to him,
But as you writhe, he recoils
And when he looks in your eyes
Its not love, its despise

Its getting pathetic
That you could let it
Get so bad,

I see you looking at him,
You would give anything to be under those hips
And you’d do anything to stroke his tongue with your lips
You stroke his knee, in a unashamed plea
For him to recognise you,
But all he does is roll his eyes
To the very top of his head
You look like a lost little girl
A girl who didn’t get to use her dancing shoes
But still its getting fraught
And I think you need to be taught
When to give up the ghost

Its getting pathetic
That you cant see
What you look like tonight

You fall asleep half stoned to death
And you still need to be near him
He needs room to breathe
He needs to be alone for a while
He needs to rediscover that luck-lustre smile
That I love so, so please get off him.



That Record Plays


A trip to a British seaside town
Opens my eyes
To the feeling of complete distrust
In your open lies
And we’ve been here before
And I’ve had this feeling once to many times
But yet here we are again
The same song is playing
Over and over in the blackness of my mind


The weather is brighter over here
In my lies
Of complete distrust
Open your eyes
This is like a repeating chapter
Of a going nowhere book
That I’ve read too many times before
But here I am again
Standing with an umbrella to
Shield you from the British seaside weather
With the blankness of my mind

Its pouring down now
Your mascara runs
Down my face, I can taste
The tears of agony that
You have cried alone again
You’ve had this feeling before
Cuts on your arms
Cuts on your wrist
Blood on your fists
And yet you say you meant no harm

And that record plays
And I’m sick of this song,
And I’m not going to help you again
There’s no words left in the English language
To simplify my true hate
Of your actual sense of state.



Where Have We Gone To?


This isn’t what I thought I would be doing
This isn’t where I thought I would be going
Another day
Another place
But I’m glad I did
And I’m glad I am

The old town was grey and boring
This one is bright and alluring
Another day
Another place
I’m glad I’m here
I’m glad your not


Tonight better be my last night here,
Because nothing can top this today,
Another stop
Another day
This isn’t what I wanted to do today
This isn’t what I wanted to do today

Where have we gone to?
I’m not quite sure
You picked me up
From another place
Not that far away
The clocks strike fourteen
And this scene is obscene
And nothing will make me tell
About what I’ve seen today



Rocks Lane

A bus past rocks lane
Tells me I will never be the same
Again.
I wasted Friday night, where everyone got wasted
This isn’t what I wanted to become
Although this may be alright for some
I will never be the same again

My bus was delayed
Typical London, rocks lane
Signals impending doom
The bus zooms round the corner, I’m still wasted
My eyes are red, my head is sore
My lips are bitten, and my hair is torn
I will never be the same again

Group drinking may be ok
Drinking alone, is a cry for help
Rocks lane is the reminder
Of what I was
And what I’ve become

I don’t want to go back to you
I don’t want to do the things you do
I fell down the stairs
Into your arms
I checked the football scores on my phone
And I don’t want to go home.!


England, Where Are You?


England, its going to implode
England, cant you feel the tension
Inside beginning to mount
This isn’t the England I fell in love with
This England is ill
And needs help

England, its getting ready for meltdown
England, cant you feel the anger
People afraid to step outside
Old people use there house
But only to hide from the hoodies
That congregate on the streets
These streets are ill
And they need some help

Teenagers turning on each other
Guns at 50 paces
Turn and shoot!
And for Christ sake
don’t stop on the pavement
Due to fear of getting your
Money stolen
And saying sorry wont cut it this time
This England isn’t mine

England, England
Where are you
This isn’t right you know
Exploding from the inside
Down to the floor

England, is sinking in
Its own created shit
Its sink or swim
And you can count me out
This country has destroyed itself

And of course I am writing this inside
Who wants to go out
You’re either going to get
Stabbed, shot or mugged


England, England
Why has it come to this
England, England
Do you know that peace exists
England!
England!
England!
England!
England! Sort it out



London, There’s Nothing More To Say

London is finally calling
This city that was once so great
Is now learning its declining fate
Terror target
Crawling with the underworld
Worse than the black market

London, I think I’m falling
Out of love with you
And there’s nothing more to say
You don’t amaze me anymore

An open sewage pipe
Runs freely through the middle
London’s depressing skyline
And we don’t need anymore
Homes for the un-holy
London
What’s going on?

London, I think I’m falling
Out of love with you
And there’s nothing more to say
You don’t amaze me anymore

London, you mirror
You mirror my deepest darkest
Dreams
I’m running home again
So I feel somewhat more safe
And this has become my life
London.,
What have you done?

London, I think I’m falling
Out of love with you
And there’s nothing more to say
You don’t amaze me anymore

London, I’ve fallen out
Of love with you
And there’s nothing more to do
You drive me crazy
But its not your fault

please post a poem, I have no toes for you to tread on :)

thankyou :) this is called 'caravan park'


So I left the caravan park
Run by gypsies
4 brothers
Who hate each other

Dogs chained up by my caravan, howling
Roosters chained up, clucking and fighting
Shit everywhere
Dog shit, chicken shit, horse shit
Horseshit

My neighbour
An alcoholic man in his early fifties
Divorcee, gay, in denial
Rows with the bald girl
From caravan 5
Who's been in the institution
Sectioned for 5 years

They row every nite and
Into the morning
Drunk on cheap cider
And her on the medication

Sometimes she shares my bed
For sleep
She can't sleep in her own bed
Because of the spiders
Crawling all over her
Mind-spiders
I think we understand each other

The alcoholic guy
Half his sentences
End with a threat

"I'm telling yer, Val"
(He calls me Val)
"Tek her home"
(He doesn't know
I have no home)
"But I'm tellin yer
I'm warnin yer, Val
Watch yer back
She'll hit yer
With anything she's got
No word of a lie
Hide yer knives
Oh yeah
She'll stab yer in the back
When yer not lookin
I'm not jokin

& he says
"Tek her home, Val
But I'm tellin yer
If you hurt her
I'll fuckin kill yer"

& he says
"I've bent over backwards
To help that girl
But I'm not jokin, I tell yer
Enough's enough

But if anybody hurt her
No word of a lie
I'd fuckin kill them,
I'm not jokin"
& he drinks some more cider
& rolls a fag

& then he says to her
"Yer a nutter
Yer a fuckin nutter
Who're yer talkin to?
There's nobody there
Will yer just fuckin shut up?
I'm not jokin
I've fuckin had enough of this shit"

One nite
She smashes his head
With a glass ashtray,
Drawing blood,
Pisses on his sofa
Then phones the Social
Services to come
& take her away again
Me, I got no-one to phone

No gas
No hot water
No cooker
Broken windows
No toilet seat
Roof leaks when it rains
Mushrooms growing in the bathroom

The cockerels drive me crazy
I hear them crowing
All day from dawn
& they are saying
"Motherfucka
Unchain me"
Which is what the dogs are saying
Too

I don't know what I did
But everywhere I go
I become the bad guy
The first to leave
My face in disgrace
Last nite I dreamt of
A gang of gypsies
Beating on a group of people
With sticks

They hit Kate Moss
For taking cocaine
Knocked her to the ground
"Not on the face"
She cried
"I'm a model"
As they knock out a tooth
And I know I am next

The dogs tear each other apart, howling
2 bitches chained together
So they can't get more than
3ft apart
The Alsation bites
The boxer's head
I get no sleep

They get fed biskits
They are never walked
They are lying in their own shit
I stopped going to see them
Cos they jump up
And cover my clothes
With shit from their claws
They are 5ft from my
Bedroom window
I get no sleep

Dogs in cages, & the gyspy children
Beat on the bars with a baseball bat
To make them mad

Gypsies-
They breed the cocks
For cockfighting
They attach razors to their
Claws, and cheer
As they tear the shit
Out of each other
That's entertainment

Breeding machines
The Alsation pups
Are worth £500 each
American Reds the
Same, small birds in
Cages will fetch £700
It's all a case of
Finding
The right buyer

I know my landlord
Will try to cheat me
Out of my deposit
Landlords!
Grab what you can
When the deal ends

Dogs on chains
Chickens on chains
Horses
On chains
Birds in cages
Dogs in cages
All screaming

Humans in cages

I said "I can't sleep-
It's me
Or the rooster"
And my gyspy landlord
Said "it's you"
And then tried to cheat me
On the amount of notice
I had to give

And then I knew
I was just another animal
Being farmed
For money

"Poets float they're ideas along on a carriage of rhythm, for without it, they could not walk."-Nietzsche

Green Eyes


Green eyes that I cannot hide
I cant leave them at the door
I cant leave them outside
these green eyes of mine
I beg you ignore.
these green eyes of mine
are a wretched sign

so much hatred everywhere
and my eyes never lie

Green eyes that I cannot disguise
I cant leave them anywhere
these green eyes of mine
these green eyes of envy
I give you my guarantee
these green eyes of mine
are wretched swines

so much hatred everywhere
and my eyes never lie

My false smiles, dont believe them
My green eyes, please condemn them
so much hatred, better what where I tread
so, please, forgive my green eyes

Nice one, rob. love it. :)

Nice one, rob. love it. :)

why thank you judgey, can i call you judgey

I like that Robert Neville. It has a feel that it would be good set to music. Do you have ideas about that?


:)

I like that Robert Neville. It has a feel that it would be good set to music. Do you have ideas about that?


:)

cheers, and sometimes it crosses my mind, but i'm still waiting for my Marr

Its confusing, like a Stephen King novel
But I’m still turning the pages
Trying to act like a narcissistic rebel
I’m such a rebel, I live life in stages
My insides screaming, my inner beast rages
My brain, trying to hurt me, scheming
Like only it can

I’m tied to this life
Just like the runaway bride
Just like north south divide
Just like the immortal who died


I’m losing, like the English education system
But I’m still turning up
I’m not one to condemn
I’m going to take it too hell with me
My outsides dying, my outer beast is with me
My legs, trying to kill me, running
Like only I can

I’m tied to this life
Just like the runaway bride
Just like north south divide
Just like the immortal who died

I’m tied to this life
Just like the runaway bride
Just like north south divide
Just like the immortal who died

why thank you judgey, can i call you judgey
of course you can :)

cheers, and sometimes it crosses my mind, but i'm still waiting for my Marr
tah duh. :D
but i'm not half as good as him. do you like bernard butler?

of course you can :)

why thank you

tah duh. :D
but i'm not half as good as him. do you like bernard butler?

and im not half as good as morrissey, and I cant say I am familiar with him

Out of control


Watch me out of control
Watch me bare my soul
Watch be take this line
And let it screw with my mind
When I need a fix
And when I need a kick
I need it quick
Let me take this shot
Let me show you what I’ve got
This is chemical devotion
I’m alive
With my life in motion
I will buy that eighth
And have good faith
You can watch me
Out of control
Watch the life
That I stole
Watch me take the pill
Watch it cure my ills
I suppose I’m just gallant
So watch me out of control
And watch me waste my talent

Dreams


Off the train
Out of east Putney station
I turn right
Disappear into the night
Disappear out of sight
I’m trying to look
For a life I used to live
A life I used to know
Do you know, where I left it?
I’ve a dream
It wont ever come true
But they never ever do

Walking up to
Putney common
Where I’ve got
Nothing in common
with anyone
Feeling like a lost son
The rain falls down
My head is soaking
The smell of smoke
From the tramps that are smoking
Where do they get there money?
I’ve a dream
It will never come true
But when do they?

Taking a bus
Up to Putney vale
I sit by the grave
And contemplate
Joining
I don’t have the guts
But I will
For I must
I have a dream
I hope it comes true
And if im feeling like this
It might just do.

Wow!:)
I really like your poems! You're very talented!

Dreams


Off the train
Out of east Putney station
I turn right
Disappear into the night
Disappear out of sight
I’m trying to look
For a life I used to live
A life I used to know
Do you know, where I left it?
I’ve a dream
It wont ever come true
But they never ever do

Walking up to
Putney common
Where I’ve got
Nothing in common
with anyone
Feeling like a lost son
The rain falls down
My head is soaking
The smell of smoke
From the tramps that are smoking
Where do they get there money?
I’ve a dream
It will never come true
But when do they?

Taking a bus
Up to Putney vale
I sit by the grave
And contemplate
Joining
I don’t have the guts
But I will
For I must
I have a dream
I hope it comes true
And if im feeling like this
It might just do.

Very good, I think you've posted it before.
I'll definitely send you some of my dull chord sequences.

There’s a poet inside of you


Everybody is a bloody poet
And they all know it
Everybody can describe a rock
Better than I can
And everybody can describe human nature
Better than the next man
But it doesn’t matter what metaphor they use
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

But if there’s a poet inside of you
Let it out, let it out, I beg you let it out

Everybody can sit and write
Till darkness is the light
Everybody can describe suicide
Better than I can
And everybody can describe depression
Better than the next man
And it doesn’t matter what simile they throw out
Sometimes if you’re under control,
You’re going too slow

But if there’s a poet inside of you
Let it out, let it out, if you really want to

Very good, I think you've posted it before.
I'll definitely send you some of my dull chord sequences.

please do

There’s a poet inside of you


Everybody is a bloody poet
And they all know it
Everybody can describe a rock
Better than I can
And everybody can describe human nature
Better than the next man
But it doesn’t matter what metaphor they use
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

But if there’s a poet inside of you
Let it out, let it out, I beg you let it out

Everybody can sit and write
Till darkness is the light
Everybody can describe suicide
Better than I can
And everybody can describe depression
Better than the next man
And it doesn’t matter what simile they throw out
Sometimes if you’re under control,
You’re going too slow

But if there’s a poet inside of you
Let it out, let it out, if you really want to

Nice one mate, a true poem too!

Love PTxx.

Nice one mate, a true poem too!

Love PTxx.

cheers man, If we can't be true then we must be working for the NME

that's great. Thanks for sharing.


:)

Making Poetry History

I'm Sorry


Are my advancing eyes making you feel queasy
Are my questions making you feel uneasy
Well I’m sorry
But I’m worried
Because
These feelings make me feel weird
These ideas make me shudder with guilt

Well you’re my best friend
And well I’m sorry
Because when we took our clothes off
Because we got muddy rolling around
Well, I’m sorry
My hands got too touch feely

Your turned away eyes are depressing me
Your one word answers are stressing me
But there is just one word
Answer I want to hear
And it isn’t no

I’m sorry,
I’m really sorry
But my eyes are only stuck on you
Well you like it
So stop complaining
I know you may feel uncomfortable
But when we were playing suck and blow
Well you didn’t say no

I’m sorry that I feel like this
Your name embedded in my head
And it’s a phenomenal risk
But if I died, would you?



Kieran

Kieran Kieran

Your all that’s in my mind
And do you know
What its like to be in love
Well me neither
You slept the night on my floor
It was enough, but I wanted more
But it was enough to see
I want you

Kieran, Kieran
Do you know what your doing to me
I’d lend you my heart
But I don’t think you could handle it
I know the things you say are in jest
And its best that I don’t carry this on
But Kieran Kieran
Your all that’s on my mind

Kieran Kieran,
You can shoot me down with your changing eyes
And its really no big surprise
With all the girls falling to your feet
I’ll keep my distance
Is it me? Or don’t you look fussed?

So pop the champagne,
Let me know your game
Is for pleasure
Or do you want the fame
I couldn’t be scared more
To tell you, I smelt you on my floor
But it’s a smell to die for
Kieran, Kieran
I know you’d rather gouge your eyes out
And if you do
Can I keep them? I’m begging you
Kieran, Kieran
Kieran, Kieran
Kieran, Kieran
Kieran, Kieran
Kieran, Kieran

Oh I give up.

Bends

He bends his white frame
Its like the grand canyon
And I haven’t lost my aim
I’m only looking for a companion

He whispers in my ear
With keen young words
And I have to check the words I hear
Are the words I heard

His miraculous eyes
Are the stars that blinds
But I feel we will
Forever be
Entwined without attraction

He offers himself to me
I get satisfaction
When he bends his white frame
And calls my name
And when you leave
The lonely hour presents again
And I just want you here
Not as a lover
But as a friend

You’re the prize
With the smiling eyes
And the dominating stare
Whilst running your hand
Through my hair
I couldn’t speak
My knees and body
Were too weak
Please
Bend your white frame again

Boyish dream


You’ve got everyone
Trying to fall over forwards
To meet you
To greet you
And yet I wont
I wont fall into place
Because I’m not part
Of the stupid race

You’ve got people
Ripping your jeans off
At the seems
And
I want a part of this
Boyish dream

You’ve got legs to die for
A smile to live for
And I don’t know
What’s under your hat

You’ve got everyone
Hanging on every word
Of your trailing voice
And I stand beside
Not because you want me too
But because you don’t

Oh, I want a part of this boyish dream
And I want to kiss your hips
And I want to stroke your tongue with lips

lurve yew, bobby nev

Wow, thems great poerty.

lurve yew, bobby nev

I lurve yew two


Wow, thems great poerty.

why thank you

Happy Life


Self Obsession
Political repression
Childhood regression
It all leads to a
Happier life

Points of view
Disregarded, just like you
Paying your dues for
Too long now
But it all leads to a
Happier life

Negative thoughts
Positive endings
Lending itself
To a happier
Life

Guaranteed

Fake people
Fake ideas
Lies in video
Lies in person
Strike a pose
Front page
Guaranteed
Famous for being
Famous
Famous for being
Nothing
The money rolls in
The celebrity gets bigger
The lies get stronger
Interviews
Interviews
don’t say too much
Because you’ve got nothing
Above
Its all so fake
Sell your story
Sell your life
Oh no dignity
Anything for exposure
When the bubbles bursts
What are you going to do
Run away from the lies you created
Run away from the life you stole
Well
Lie your way through your time
Do your time
Then its
Front page
Hot stuff
Guaranteed


Deception

Butterflies appear in my cocoon, telling me it’ll be ok when I escape,
Explaining the world is a better place when you act as yourself,
Well I disagree and swat them with what’s left of my hands.

Wisdom pours out of my brain, but was it there to begin with?
I wash my hands clean of the deeds I may not have done,
But leave just a trace of blood with which I can taunt myself into confessing.

I scribble out a letter you never wrote to me, like the words mean anything anyway,
We all know who it was actually meant for,
It’s you who should be suffering not me but sometimes I think you are.

I’ve never seen so much blood pour from such a fragile soul,
Your veins and arteries mean nothing to you? Well they mean something to me,
That’s yours, not mine, as I watch mine burst open, ninth time in my life.

I stare over as you walk towards me, that smile glued to your face,
As though I mean the world to you but I’m pretty sure I don’t.


Dolly mixtures


I’ll share my dolly mixtures
But only if
You make me smile
Oh for its been a while
Your not doing a good job
I’ve heard these lines
Too many times
Another joke
Another story
Its not making my smile
So the dolly mixtures are mine!

I’ll share my dolly mixtures
If you show me
Show me, life
God knows its been a strife
Well if this is life
I don’t want to live
I’ve heard these stories
I’ve heard these lies
Well love
This dolly mixtures
There staying fucking
Mine!


Lets Go Down (On Each Other)

I'll show you mine
as long as you dont laugh
and if you show me yours
it will mean more than my life is worth

With my mouth, so empty
but yet so full
of everything
sex, rock, words and all

and when we're not alone
i just wish we could be
so i could give you a bone
you could be hungry?
i know i am

Lets go down
on each other
i'm game, i know your not
but still
you can stand
and i will kneel
it doesnt bother me
just dont tell my mother


Now There’s An Idea…

Ooh
Let’s re-enact William Tell
And see if you shoot that apple off my head
If I’m able to blink, think, or cry
That’d be fun
You can perform my suicide
But I want to write the note

Ooh
Let’s say goodnight by candlelight
Let’s light this forest on fire and dial 999
And blame it on our friends
That’d be cool
You can make sure every tree gets fried
But I want to breathe the smoke

Ooh
Let’s drink poison and then we’ll kiss
And see which one collapses first
And we can die together
That’d be great
They can write about the day we died
And the day that my heart broke

Life Lessons

“I see you’ve learnt your lesson”
The pot said to the kettle
“That’ll teach you to involve yourself in heavy metal
Pots and pans and nihilist fans
Who don’t love you for who you really are
Without me you won’t get very far
We’re just rain on rose petals
Not special pots and kettles
We’re just like all the others
Trying to make it in a world of scorn
Getting nowhere but to make a hot drink
And we’ll wind up back at the kitchen sink
Lost and all forlorn,”

“Fame takes you like a stinging nettle,”
(The pot said to the crying kettle)
“Just one touch and you’re crying in the gutter
Speaking through a splutter
Dying to come home to me
Just to find a remedy
Then you’re off to try again
Well you’ll always be in pain
I promise you, it’s just as you think
I’ll always wait here by the kitchen sink
For my washed up superstar
Fixing strings on a smashed guitar”


Honesty

I draw pictures nobody looks at
I write poems nobody reads
I have opinions that just don’t matter
I cut myself til it bleeds
I write stories people scoff at
I read books just to feel
I play music no one likes
I wish that I weren’t real
I have parents who don’t believe me
I get no apologies
I’m unfaithful and undeserving
Never trust me, please
I’m a hypocrite and a sycophant
I’d scream but no one would hear
I’m a liar and a loser
I always give in to fear
I’m dishonest and disloyal
I’m bitter and unkind
I never say a bad word
But I rarely speak my mind
I go blank at confrontation
Or I blow a fuse
I’m an inconsiderate bastard
I ignore, I steal, I use
I’m unoriginal and unheard
People don’t know me
So don’t believe a word
I’m a liar and a sinner
I always get my way
Yet you stick by me through thin and thinner
When you know I’ll never stay
I’m not worth it
Just leave me
For once, I beg you, believe me
It’s not worth your time
Trying to make me feel fine
Or to get on your knees and pray
You could rip your heart out
I’d still leave you the next day

Dread the Day


It’s not my fault
That I’m forced
To walk past that park
Every day
And walk past your house
Every morning

I dread the day when you’re house gets sold
I dread the day when we get old
I dread the day I walk in that park
I know I’ll have to at some point
And I seriously dread that day

It’s all your fault
That I must suffer the pain
To see my reflection
Every day
And I can’t look at you
Every second

I dread the day when you forget me
I dread the day you regret me
I dread the day you lose your smile
I know you will at some point
And I seriously dread that day

It’s my fault
That these cuts are so deep
And my tears are so real
Every day
And I blame myself
For loving you


God Hates Me

I heard of a man who got hit by a train
He sat on the track and waited for pain
He cried “God can’t hurt me!”
He didn’t understand
That the train was pushed by God’s vengeful hand.

People these days…

I heard of a girl who sat in the rain
Crying her heart out, praying for pain
She cried “God can’t help me!”
She didn’t know
That God froze the rain and made it snow.

People these days…

I sat in the park and smiled in vain
I knew someone up there was plotting my pain
I said “Just come and get me…”
I’m not a great believer in fate, me
I just know God happens to hate me.

People these days… They just dont make them like they used to!

God Hates Me

I heard of a man who got hit by a train
He sat on the track and waited for pain
He cried “God can’t hurt me!”
He didn’t understand
That the train was pushed by God’s vengeful hand.

People these days…

I heard of a girl who sat in the rain
Crying her heart out, praying for pain
She cried “God can’t help me!”
She didn’t know
That God froze the rain and made it snow.

People these days…

I sat in the park and smiled in vain
I knew someone up there was plotting my pain
I said “Just come and get me…”
I’m not a great believer in fate, me
I just know God happens to hate me.

People these days… They just dont make them like they used to!

Like this one :)

Keep them coming!

Love PTxx.

Like this one :)

Keep them coming!

Love PTxx.

Thank you, and I will try to keep them coming

The Night Is Young

Perverse beauty
The world is bright
And I’m happy I’ve got friends
Who think they love me
He smokes his troubles away
And he thinks it’s ok
To go through 20 packs a day
His breath still smells fruity
As he kisses me goodnight
But this night never ends
With the dark skies above me
I just really wish you could stay

He likes to pretend he’s evil
But he’s got a heart of gold
He thinks he rebels
And his words are getting old
He’s been told to get off the bandwagon
But he grips with all his might
He thinks he belongs
With the creatures of the night

I know you really wished
You’d kissed me goodnight
But the night never ends
Don’t pretend you love me
Like you love your 20 packs a day
But these dark skies lie above me
And I really wish you’d stay

I Don’t Want To Go Out Tonight


I don’t want to go out tonight
I do not want to see people
Who are young and alive
I do not need the tension
And I don’t need the hassle
I don’t want my name to be mentioned
I don’t want the fame
I don’t want to go out tonight

I don’t want to go out tonight
Where people are playing
Music that I do not like
I do not need the stress
And I do not need hostility
I don’t want to be everyone else
I don’t want the fame
I don’t want to go out tonight

La la la la la

I Don’t Want To Go Out Tonight


I don’t want to go out tonight
I do not want to see people
Who are young and alive
I do not need the tension
And I don’t need the hassle
I don’t want my name to be mentioned
I don’t want the fame
I don’t want to go out tonight

I don’t want to go out tonight
Where people are playing
Music that I do not like
I do not need the stress
And I do not need hostility
I don’t want to be everyone else
I don’t want the fame
I don’t want to go out tonight

La la la la la


This needs some good tune, Robert? :)

Has judge sent you some music?

This needs some good tune, Robert? :)

Has judge sent you some music?

Judge has, Judge has, I'm waiting for some more!

I Don’t Want To Go Out Tonight


I don’t want to go out tonight
I do not want to see people
Who are young and alive
I do not need the tension
And I don’t need the hassle
I don’t want my name to be mentioned
I don’t want the fame
I don’t want to go out tonight

I don’t want to go out tonight
Where people are playing
Music that I do not like
I do not need the stress
And I do not need hostility
I don’t want to be everyone else
I don’t want the fame
I don’t want to go out tonight

La la la la la

I can't help mentioning that I think I might have heard this one before.... :p

I can't help mentioning that I think I might have heard this one before.... :p

LIES! ok, MAYBE there is some morrissey in there, MAYBE

We’ll Make The Judge Believe Us


I could be your star witness
For 10 grand, no less
We can fool everyone
Even the papers
There just a bunch of amateurs
I could be as ambiguous as you like
I can make little or no sense
I will be your last line of defence

I will make the Judge believe us
All I’ve got to do is deceive him
And I do that for a living

I will lie in the dock
And the lying will unlock
I can fool everyone
Even the tabloids
As the long as the judge avoids
The ambiguous questions
I don’t like his suggestions
I think he might be on to me

I hope I can make the judge believe us
All I’ve got to do is deceive him
I don’t think I can

And If we get caught
I’ll get off, and you’ll go down
Because I’m rich, I’m rich
I’m filthy filthy rich

I’ve Got The Underground

The underground is on my arm
The trains are going past
I can see potential harm
There all going too fast

I’ve got the underground
On the inside of my arm
Its flowing down the side
Like a dog on heat

The trains that go past
They make a slight wind upon
My face
The passengers tap dance down my fingers
And parachute off the end
This is the end of the road
The buffers are out

There’s no scenery
You see
The tracks are tattooed
On my wrists
And this is that
And that is this
The underground is on my arm
The underground is on its own

We’ll Make The Judge Believe Us


I could be your star witness
For 10 grand, no less
We can fool everyone
Even the papers
There just a bunch of amateurs
I could be as ambiguous as you like
I can make little or no sense
I will be your last line of defence

I will make the Judge believe us
All I’ve got to do is deceive him
And I do that for a living

I will lie in the dock
And the lying will unlock
I can fool everyone
Even the tabloids
As the long as the judge avoids
The ambiguous questions
I don’t like his suggestions
I think he might be on to me

I hope I can make the judge believe us
All I’ve got to do is deceive him
I don’t think I can

And If we get caught
I’ll get off, and you’ll go down
Because I’m rich, I’m rich
I’m filthy filthy rich

Is this about me, Rob? :D

Is this about me, Rob? :D

lol............ I'm saying nothing.........

Remember Tonight, As It Is The Beginning Of Always

She’s dying to be there
Buying a dress and combing her hair
She’s got a car to go in but no arm to be on
But still smiles and dances to her favourite song
Couples around her dance the night away
She’ll just sit this one out and call it a day
A dare and a bet to ask for her hand
Causes a little shy boy to stand
He walks over after a push and a shove
She says yes out of punch-drunk love
She’s loved for a moment if not forever
By her science partner who’s awfully clever
And has been wanting forever to ask her out
But knew she’d say no without a doubt
He plucks up his courage and takes his chance
Tells her he loves her and to save the last dance
But with a hollow laugh and flattered frown
She says she’ll have to turn him down
He leaves with a tear, sigh and stutter
She turns her attention to blue-eyed beauty, her heart all aflutter
He’s the reason she’s there and for her heart to stay beating
She chooses her moment as time is fleeting
But before she knows it and has time to adjust
A more confident girl steals the object of her lust
So as she descends into sadness and falls into gloom
She keeps telling herself she’s the most beautiful girl in the room
And she runs out crying, her make-up a mess
Sits in the playground, wipes tears on her dress
As summer dawns, short evenings, tall days
She will remember tonight - the beginning of always


Everything

Everything’s bright on the outside
Everything’s better out there
Ah. Ah. Mother take my picture
And turn the flash off because it blinds me
Every photo developed gives me devil eyes
Laugh it off. Laugh it off.
But I fear myself
Locked behind iron bars – iron bars!
Yeah, I put myself behind iron bars
No food. No water. No conversation.
And absolutely absolutely no help.
Leave me alone now
Who would ever need you?

Everything’s brighter on the outside
Tiny kids. With tiny hands.
Ah, mother, take a picture,
It’s all so serene! Turn the flash off
It’ll blind them.
Photos steal your soul mother
So I’m quite obviously Satan himself
Laugh it off, alright? Laugh it off.
I’m fucking frightened.
Lock myself away
I’m unsafe for society, me.
No food. No food. No water.
Too much blood.
Let me be now, yeah?
Why the—

“You don’t look happy”
“I’m not”
“You ran away!”

Success? Success?
There’s no such thing, moron.


The End

There are 6631442894 people in the world right now
And I’m just one
Who’s been alive for 5,864 days
That feels like an eternity

It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

I saw you last night
Just a little slip in an unmentionable dream
I’m glad I was alive long enough
To feel guilt

It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

6631442894 people – some make sense
We’re alone in the sea of many
5,864 days is nothing
Together we’re worth something

It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die



Forever Inkstained

Because you’re a poet, you know?
With your chewed nails and nibbled pens
Flowing with the ink
That coats your overused hands
You might not know it
While you lick your teeth and dream
But every time you write a verse
You spill until it’s gone
I’d like to think that maybe
(Because you know I like a poet, me)
You’ll stay forever inkstained
Purely as a regularity
Purely for me
The callused fingertips, guilt-ridden and black
With coal, the lines on your palm
Waiting to be read
By someone who understands
You’re going to live forever
The way the crosses link over folds in the skin
And wrinkles overlap
Highlighted by blue and black biro
Or scrawling fountain pen
And your fingers fold beautifully
As though they’ve never known how
Knuckles bruised
With a highlighter
So we can see every detail
Every little scratch and burn and freckle
And as my soul
Who’ll never hold your filthy hands
Will stay forever pained
My little tortured soul
Know your little filthy hands
Will stay forever inkstained


Falls Apart

The Light Which Once Shined So Brightly
Now Barely Flickers
The Entusiasm, The Urge To Fufill His Dreams
Has Disappeared Without A Trace
He Had The Chances
He Took None
The Cold Expression On His Face
The Meaningless Stare
The Motionless Body
Once Full Of Joy
The Lust For Life Shattered
Repressed He Feels No Pain
He Feels Something Though
Through His Broken Body
And Stolen Soul
His Tired Body
His Brain Is Dead Weight
Once Buzzing With Thoughts
Calculating, Thinking , Planning , Learning

This Is Where He Falls Apart
Learning The Lessons From A Broken Heart
He Is Planning To Pick Himself Up
But When Your Down On Your Luck
It Doesnt Matter How Hard Your Thinking
Because Your Always Going To Be Sinking



Walking Under Ladders

You’re luckier than some
But you’ve lost your charm
And that’s all that was keeping you sane
And under the gun
You pulled the alarm
To stay ahead of the game

So stop hiding from the black cats
They’ll track you down some day
And start walking under ladders
Because karma makes you pay

You’re luckier than some
That horseshoe kept close to heart
And you’re running away, almost too fast
You’re having no fun
So go back to the start
And stop running from your past

So lose that rabbit’s foot
And four-leafed weed
Start walking under ladders
Stop making yourself bleed

A Morrissey World

You talked to me about Jack Kerouac
And how much you loved weed and smack
You told me that Morrissey didn’t coin the phrase
‘Pretty girls make graves’
This you didn’t think I knew?
His face is on my t-shirt
His name is too
You say his voice hurts your ears
And I say “you have no taste my dear”

You said you hated William Wordsworth
And I ask why your mother had to give birth
You told me that my wit is witless
And I told you insults will result in no progress
This you must have known?
Morrissey looks down on you
And Marr does too
You say his voice hurts your ears
And I say “that space between must be clear”

A Morrissey World

You talked to me about Jack Kerouac
And how much you loved weed and smack
You told me that Morrissey didn’t coin the phrase
‘Pretty girls make graves’
This you didn’t think I knew?
His face is on my t-shirt
His name is too
You say his voice hurts your ears
And I say “you have no taste my dear”

You said you hated William Wordsworth
And I ask why your mother had to give birth
You told me that my wit is witless
And I told you insults will result in no progress
This you must have known?
Morrissey looks down on you
And Marr does too
You say his voice hurts your ears
And I say “that space between must be clear”

Love it!

A Morrissey World

You talked to me about Jack Kerouac
And how much you loved weed and smack
You told me that Morrissey didn’t coin the phrase
‘Pretty girls make graves’
This you didn’t think I knew?
His face is on my t-shirt
His name is too
You say his voice hurts your ears
And I say “you have no taste my dear”

You said you hated William Wordsworth
And I ask why your mother had to give birth
You told me that my wit is witless
And I told you insults will result in no progress
This you must have known?
Morrissey looks down on you
And Marr does too
You say his voice hurts your ears
And I say “that space between must be clear”

Haha, I like that one mate.

Love PTxx.

Godamn, you are GOOD! I especially liked, "Her". But seriously, you've got IT. Very impressed. :)

Thanks you all

Hold My Hand


I wish you were here
Yesterday, just to make me
Feel a little better
I wish you could hold my hand
If it wasn’t so frowned upon
By you

There’s a severe knocking
On the inside on my head
Making me feel a little worse
Because I know you wont hold my hand
Because your not that way inclined
Oh dear

Hold my hand
My dear
Oh dear
Hold my hand

And maybe it was all in my head
But I thought
Yesterday, your asked
In a round about way
To hold my hand
And walk
Across the world
Hand in hand

Oh mate,
Why do I feel like this
Oh mate
Why don’t you feel the same

The Flourescent Light District

Deeper into the Parisian street
Ignore the people you’re likely to meet
The neon, argon glowing lights
Illuminate the mounting fights

It’s the comedy of errors
And a carnival of terrors
You fend for yourself in this town
For this is the flourescent light district
And it’s sure to bring you down.

Even mannequins dress as whores
As girls wait smoking in open doors
Be careful as you walk by
Be careful not to catch her eye
She’ll do whatever she’s told
She’ll leave the silver
But take your gold

Girls with their red lights
Police with their blue
This is the flourescent light district
And it’s appealing to you

Roxanne’s put on her dress tonight
Walking the streets for money
Do you think it’s right?
But still you walk
Through the flourescent light district
And still you talk
To the bartender like
It’s all OK
To be a slave
To the Moulin Rouge.



Stories and Lies

You talk about yourself
But I don’t know the way you feel
I don’t know the way you think
I can’t tell if you’ve been hurt
Are you upset?
Because I’m unsure
You’re so so secretive
But seemingly transparent.
There’s more to you than meets
My eyes
And I’m getting bored
Of these stories and lies

Tell me what you’re thinking
Tell me how you feel
I’m not sure how much I care
But I really want to know
I feel I have to know

You do it to yourself
At least, you did a few times
Not sure if you told me
I never saw the bruising
Are you bleeding?
Because I’m upset
You’re so dismissive
Of any harm done to you
There’s more to you than meets
The eye
And I’m getting bored
Of this constant lie.

Tell me what you’re thinking
Tell me how you feel
I’m not sure how much I care
But I really want to know
I feel I have to know

I have a right to know

I liked the one you just deleted, I was about to quote it.
I liked it, thats all.

I liked the one you just deleted, I was about to quote it.
I liked it, thats all.

Thank you, but as soon I posted it, I realised I had posted it before!

Mistakes, Mistakes, Mistakes, I'm full of them
Its all I seem capable of
And when I moved in for that kiss
If you didnt recoil
Maybe I wouldnt have missed
Maybe I wouldnt have missed
The Earth quakes, my body shakes, my heart aches
That was just another mistake
Mistakes will always be made

Mistakes, Mistakes, I'm made of them
Its all I've ever known
but when I ran and missed the bus
If only the driver saw
There would be nothing to discuss
There would be nothing to discuss
The Earth quakes, my body shakes, my heart aches
That was just another mistake
Mistakes will always be made

Its my own fault
Its my own fault

Mistakes, they circle me
I cant let them go
But when I turned into that alleyway
And I became a statistic
If i didnt miss that bus, If I got my kiss
Well, what a way to end the day

The London Transport System Is A Joke


I tried to get from A to B
I didn’t expect the trouble directed at me
“what do you mean my oyster has gone under?
I’m under 18, it should be free!”
Oh the hassle to get from A to B
I dare not tell the bus conductor
That I wanted to get to D
“no I wont pay your two pound”
“well sir, you could always get the underground
Or walk to London town?”
Push me off the bus
I didn’t want to cause a fuss
But now I’ve taken the bus number
Your supervisor will be getting my letter
And you can get a transfer

The London transport system does stand up
But I still cant sit down
I still cant sit down

I tried to get from A to B
The bus driver went mental on me
“that oyster is no good, the picture is faint!”
“its not my fault, I was made to walk in the rain”
Oh the hassle to get from A to B
I might have to make a complaint
“I still wont pay this fare”
“well walk out the door and stay right there!”
Pushed off the bus
Time to cause a fuss
I’ve taken his home address
And we could talk about it
Over a game of chess.

Yay!

Keep adding your poetry Robert. :)

Yay!

Keep adding your poetry Robert. :)

i will do!

Robert, I've read a lot of poetry in my time, and you should TRULY think of publication. Not that it's not entered your mind before. I have a paltry B.A. in English and that doesn't mean a thing, but seriously, you have it. The talent, your way with the written word. Curious- do you write your poems longhand and then copy them to the PC? I prefer the pencil and paper method. Just wondering. What a MIND you've got. Keep writing! It's a treat to read your work. :)

Robert, I've read a lot of poetry in my time, and you should TRULY think of publication. Not that it's not entered your mind before. I have a paltry B.A. in English and that doesn't mean a thing, but seriously, you have it. The talent, your way with the written word. Curious- do you write your poems longhand and then copy them to the PC? I prefer the pencil and paper method. Just wondering. What a MIND you've got. Keep writing! It's a treat to read your work. :)

Thank you very much, I'm afraid I am very much a PC writer, but I do have a book of my poems that I have jotted down after writing them, once again, Thank You (oh and I'm trying to write a book)

Thank you very much, I'm afraid I am very much a PC writer, but I do have a book of my poems that I have jotted down after writing them, once again, Thank You (oh and I'm trying to write a book)

PC writing IS easier- you just backspace if you've made an error- do you remember when you first got into poetry and wrote your first poem? There's a great book called, "The Outlaw Book Of Poetry" - it's huge- and I don't know what poetry leanings you have (favorite poets) but it's a great read. Please write that book! And sign it for me! :) Also, do you write daily?

here's 1 I prepared (shoddily) earlier...

http://forums.morrissey-solo.com/showthread.php?t=90270

yes I know invisible is spelt wrong & why doesn't above & gov' rhyme with move eh? :D

love

Grim

The London Transport System Is A Joke


I tried to get from A to B
I didn’t expect the trouble directed at me
“what do you mean my oyster has gone under?
I’m under 18, it should be free!”
Oh the hassle to get from A to B
I dare not tell the bus conductor
That I wanted to get to D
“no I wont pay your two pound”
“well sir, you could always get the underground
Or walk to London town?”
Push me off the bus
I didn’t want to cause a fuss
But now I’ve taken the bus number
Your supervisor will be getting my letter
And you can get a transfer

The London transport system does stand up
But I still cant sit down
I still cant sit down

I tried to get from A to B
The bus driver went mental on me
“that oyster is no good, the picture is faint!”
“its not my fault, I was made to walk in the rain”
Oh the hassle to get from A to B
I might have to make a complaint
“I still wont pay this fare”
“well walk out the door and stay right there!”
Pushed off the bus
Time to cause a fuss
I’ve taken his home address
And we could talk about it
Over a game of chess.

Excellent, pal. Go on. ;)

Excellent, pal. Go on. ;)

I concur. "The New Yorker" will be wanting some submissions soon. IF YOU DO IT! :)

Anguish In English


Weaving webs so wearily
Emotions are not coming easily
Adjectives, nouns or verbs
Words which are never heard
Without vocabulary
everything becomes elusion
confusion cakes my brain
English Language leads to anguish

Anguish In English
Sentences I cant finish
My mouth isn’t working
But my vocabulary is lurking

Very good, keep posting Robert. :)

its good,i like it.

cheers :D

I've said it before, and I will say it again. You are SO GOOD. You should be published. You've GOT IT, Robert. :)

Daylight thievery


Kissable lips teasing me onwards
Lucky lisp making me move downwards
Piano belt removed from your waist
Underwear that I don’t want there, remove, no haste
A cocked machine gun ready to explode
My mouth open waiting for a load
But as I wait and you move
The door bursts open,
And the moment, we had it to lose


Thief! Thief! Thief! That man is a thief
He stole my dream moment, daylight thievery
Never get the chance again,
The chance of teenage buggery



Fluffy boy hair controlling my sight
Eyes so green I sigh at night
Converse shoes removed from your feet
Underwear off, hips I want to meet
Machine gun raring to unload
My mouth waiting for another episode
And when you go, it hits me
The door opens again
And the moment we had, its on my face

Thief! Thief! Thief! That man is a thief
He stole my dream moment, daylight thievery
Never get the chance again,
The chance of teenage buggery

Awww, brilliant! :D

The Saturday night rabble sure have a lengthy tongue.

would you like to experience my lengthy tongue?

would you like to experience my lengthy tongue?

The response of a braggard!

Oh my god!!!

Oh my god!!!

is that a good 'Oh my god'? or a bad 'Oh my god'?

is that a good 'Oh my god'? or a bad 'Oh my god'?


I take it you are gay? I assume thus because of your 'Daylight thievery' poem? I think you just had to get that off you chest did you?

And from your Anguish in English, could you please explain what you mean by

'everything becomes elusion'

Maybe not then

I take it you are gay? I assume thus because of your 'Daylight thievery' poem? I think you just had to get that off you chest did you?

And from your Anguish in English, could you please explain what you mean by

'everything becomes elusion'


you assume half right, and my chest has lots of things on it, let alone gay poetry.

+ I am no good at explaining poetry, that is not my job, but "everthing becomes elusion" means everything escapes my mouth I guess.


Maybe not then

Patience

My Name Badge Is Falling Off

Walking through the doors to make more money
Do I need the money this much?
Another inane customer
Asking if I work here?
Why else would I be standing behind the counter
Its not because I'm a failed writer......

My name badge is falling off
And its not by accident
I might have made an adjustment


Walking to the staff room, break from the dull
I'd rather be on the dole
One more obnoxious customer
Asking for the price
Why didn't your mother use a contraceptive device
Is she as silly as I am?

My name badge is in your office
And the uniform too
I've got better things to pursue

Anguish In English


Weaving webs so wearily
Emotions are not coming easily
Adjectives, nouns or verbs
Words which are never heard
Without vocabulary
everything becomes elusion
confusion cakes my brain
English Language leads to anguish

Anguish In English
Sentences I cant finish
My mouth isn’t working
But my vocabulary is lurking

You are so good. Publish a book already! :D

You are so good. Publish a book already! :D

I wish, its quite hard

Everyday I Play A Sad Game


There must be more to life than living
Life isn’t giving
Its only taking
But isn’t that the only way?
I don’t need to go to work tomorrow
Because I truly cant be bothered
But I am poor
So I will, for I must
The clocks have stopped
So I will change them
The time now reads
1993

Everyday I play a sad game
Everyday I play
What a mess I’ve made of my life
What a mess

There must be more to life than nothing
Have you seen my smile?
Its because I don’t have one
But isn’t that so morbid?
I cant go to work tomorrow
Because I’ve never been bothered
But I am poor
So I will, only because I must
The clocks have stopped
The time reads
1998
And I wont change them

Everyday I play a sad game
Everyday I play
What a mess I’ve made of my life
What a mess

i don't like the last one, it's too moz reminiscent. the previous one was very good.

Thanks Robert Neville.
I like "My name badge is falling off".

Thankfully I don't have to deal with the customers much, but I wouldn't mind shredding them with a few sharp words (should they be handy), or if that fails a knife...

http://re3.yt-thm-a01.yimg.com/image/25/m8/4016897621

The Girl Made Of Darkness


Your silence makes more noise than thunder
Looking at the floor in wonder
But seeing nothing
Cemeteries welcome you like the friends you
Wished you had
Feeling humdrum
Alone as one

It doesn’t mean much less
That the girl made of darkness
Produced a suicide note
That she clumsily wrote

Your waiting for the last lethal turn
Never wanting to return
Always nothing
Cemeteries welcome you no-more
Life has nothing in store
Feeling humdrum
Alone as one

It doesn’t mean much less
That the girl made of darkness
Produced a suicide note
That she clumsily wrote

Made of darkness
couldn’t care less

You are very brave for posting your poetry. I would never do it. :)

Lonely On a limb



Taking advantage of all the opportunities
And still progressing sideward
Staring into space to look at luminaries
My body is still awkward
And I’m only made of sandpaper
Its all rough out here
Bad times I have all encountered
Lying inside of the frontier
Only wanting to just disappear

Its lonely on a limb
Its ever so lonely on a limb

So I tried to go for a walk in the rain
But I got absolutely nowhere
There’s nothing left to obtain
Somebody get me out of here
And I’m only made of sandpaper
Its all rough out here
Bad times I have all encountered
Lying inside of the frontier
Only wanting to just disappear

Its lonely on a limb
Its ever so lonely on a limb

You are very brave for posting your poetry. I would never do it. :)

ah go on and do it, what is the worst that could possibly happen

Making Poetry History

:D:D

Making Poetry History

:D:D

I like history as well

I like history as well

sorry, I forgot the inane two faces so..
":D:D"

Behind A Hedge In Daylight


I’m not saying you wouldn’t like to
I just thought that you might
Like to meet me behind a hedge in daylight
We could give passers-by an awful fright
Only because we are doing what normal things
Do at night
We might get thorns in our sides
But we could make startling finds
Daylight turns to afternoon
And it will be over rather soon

You could leave and go home
But no-one wants to see that sight
So stay behind the hedge in afterlight
We could watch kids fly their kites
And hold hands, nothing more
I’m to polite
Feelings are crashing like waves in the tide
And we are falling behind
Afternoon turns to over too soon
Bring back the afternoon

Oh the birds circle my head
And im running away
don’t peck my heart out

Alfie Lends A Hand


Always willing, Always being
Helpful, always a handful
Taking the money
Keeping his mouth shut
Life isn’t always funny, honey
As Alfie, lends a hand
To the brothers grim
Time slips through sand
And he is at their whim

Always willing to make a killing
Helpful, always a handful
Just if you wonder
He’ll be alright as long
As he keeps his mouth shut
Everything will be smooth but
Alfie, Alfie lent a hand
To brothers grim
Now serving time
Just for the money

But after all
He is just glad to have swept their backyard

The Angel Inside Went Sour


Plaster on my left eyebrow
My right remains underground
As the church bells slowly die
(well it was about time)
As priests and vicars
Repent their wasted lives
The angel inside went sour
And Catholics start to cower
Its everyone’s final hour
Friends rebel! It could be
For the last time
And the dark clouds
Litter the morning sky
Remember, we only live in pigsties
Rich people look at their possessions
And the money
What a wasted life they led
In their stable, warm homes
But they still wonder why
They are the poor when they die
And as my eyebrows
Fall from my face
Was their a need for a plaster?
When you’re looking fact to face
With a disaster
The angel inside went sour
In life, nobody has the power

Run! Run! Run!
The time has come
It’s the end of the world
As your song stops on the radio

you assume half right, and my chest has lots of things on it, let alone gay poetry.

+ I am no good at explaining poetry, that is not my job, but "everthing becomes elusion" means everything escapes my mouth I guess.




Patience


No it's okay, but I was just thinking of the adjective elusive and the noun illusion

Merry Christmas (Santa Doesn’t Care)



Unemployment is rising
Dwindling is the sterling
My radiator isn’t working
And neither am I
And wind is whirling through
The frame where my window used to be

Merry Christmas
And I’ll try to make it to new year

The economy is in tatters
So are the clothes in my wardrobe
The bath doesn’t get hot
And neither do I
Sitting around in a bathrobe
That barely reaches my knees

Merry Christmas
And I’ll try to make it to new year

Merry Christmas (Santa Doesn’t Care)



Unemployment is rising
Dwindling is the sterling
My radiator isn’t working
And neither am I
And wind is whirling through
The frame where my window used to be

Merry Christmas
And I’ll try to make it to new year

The economy is in tatters
So are the clothes in my wardrobe
The bath doesn’t get hot
And neither do I
Sitting around in a bathrobe
That barely reaches my knees

Merry Christmas
And I’ll try to make it to new year

Ha, very nice mate. It has certainly lifted my spirits for the pestering season.

Love PTxx.

Poetry is overrated, real men become lyricists.

Poetry is overrated, real men become lyricists.

Oi, oi, watch it!

Love PTxx.

Foreign Fields, coming to a crappy pub venue near you in the new year...

Foreign Fields, coming to a crappy pub venue near you in the new year...

...and I shall be in that crappy pub venue.

Like your signature...Gene are in my top 5 British bands!

Love PTxx.

Merry Christmas (Santa Doesn’t Care)



Unemployment is rising
Dwindling is the sterling
My radiator isn’t working
And neither am I
And wind is whirling through
The frame where my window used to be

Merry Christmas
And I’ll try to make it to new year

The economy is in tatters
So are the clothes in my wardrobe
The bath doesn’t get hot
And neither do I
Sitting around in a bathrobe
That barely reaches my knees

Merry Christmas
And I’ll try to make it to new year


Oh stop it now, you're enjoying the miserablist stuff a bit too much :tears:

Flying the flag


Half mast, second to last
Number ten, pig play pen
I haven’t seen jack in weeks
Or George
But its only what I’m used to


And isn’t it a shame that we only see Jack when the fallen come home?
And when they stop coming home? What then? What then?

Gunshot, that kind
Salute to a dying symbol
It is not nationalistic
Its only the principle
And not what I’m used to

And isn’t it a shame that we only see Jack when the fallen come home?
And when they stop coming home? What then? What then?


Through the turnstiles
To a crowd once so vile
Singing about a queen to save
Flying the flag
Is it enough?

And isn’t it a shame that we only see Jack when the fallen come home?
And when they stop coming home? What then? What then?

They’ve stopped coming home
But it isn’t over
We just cant afford the fuel or cloth

A Likely Idea


The bombs drop down
And the food in the canteens
Finally gain some life
The gas surrounds
The people clench their
Fists and die
Well it was about time
Big Ben shows the wrong
Number, get in line
Marching soldiers
With earrings in their noses
Shoot their guns and destroy
Parliament, well whets the point
Children cry as the buildings
Turn to rubble
They see their school entwined
And suddenly they didn’t care
Until their lungs jumped from
Inside their body
And they slowly died
Everybody climbs in a car
And drives out
Just looking to survive
The eye comes tumbling towards
Earth, was that worth the money?
The Thames turns inwards
And waves engulf the rubble
Nothing remains except
Wet, wave soaked rubble
And we must question
London, would anybody miss it
If it wasn’t here?

So much for London, home of the brash, outrageous and free

You are are repressed but you're remarkably dressed

Think About Yourself



You cannot stop curling myself around
Razor blades
And you don’t get attached
To the people you know
Only because the earth swarms
With people who are not worth talking to
And most people make you feel pro-nuclear
Dark feelings only reappear
When you think about yourself


You put up pictures of people
Who are smiling
Just so when the people you hate
See the smiles you hate
They can banter about what
They the artist is trying to say
And as they swarm away
Dark feeling reappear
Because you think about yourself

Miserable Life



Time is dripping away
And its our fault
Time is dripping away
And its our fault
Time is dripping away
And its out fault


You know just what not to say
In your stylish casual way
But when you open your mouth
I run away
The sun is drifting slowly south
And when you said “come to bed”
Oh such a miserable life
You have infiltrated my mind twice
Twice you have
My pure innocent mind
And now I’m left behind
You say your room smells of despair
All I can smell is your dirty underwear
Such a miserable life
You want to see the outside air
But you can’t place your underwear
Such trouble and strife
But still I’d follow you
Right to the criminal world



A cup of tea would suffice
But you don’t look at me twice

A cup of tea would suffice
But you don’t look at me twice

A cup of tea would suffice
But you don’t look at me twice

A cup of tea would suffice
But you don’t look at me twice
Oh….


Take me wherever you go

Miserable Life



Time is dripping away
And its our fault
Time is dripping away
And its our fault
Time is dripping away
And its out fault


You know just what not to say
In your stylish casual way
But when you open your mouth
I run away
The sun is drifting slowly south
And when you said “come to bed”
Oh such a miserable life
You have infiltrated my mind twice
Twice you have
My pure innocent mind
And now I’m left behind
You say your room smells of despair
All I can smell is your dirty underwear
Such a miserable life
You want to see the outside air
But you can’t place your underwear
Such trouble and strife
But still I’d follow you
Right to the criminal world



A cup of tea would suffice
But you don’t look at me twice

A cup of tea would suffice
But you don’t look at me twice

A cup of tea would suffice
But you don’t look at me twice

A cup of tea would suffice
But you don’t look at me twice
Oh….


Take me wherever you go

A little The Smiths- influence here, eh? :rolleyes: Nice pastiche of Miserable Lie.

Seeing you



When I see you, it makes me want to cry
But only in the best way
Only in a good way
When I see you, I instantly turn shy
But only in for a moment
Only for a moment
When I touch, I don’t really
It’s a computer screen
Why is life so uncontrollably mean


Oh but seeing you
Make me feel so young inside
I hope you don’t die


The internet is a wonderful thing
I can see what you do whenever you do it
And it makes me miss you more
But that is what face book is for






I Can’t Help The Way I Feel




You may never understand
Why I don’t want to take a woman’s hand
And you may never understand
Why I love those boys in those bands
You don’t have to understand
You just have to accept that
I can’t help the way I feel
And it’s the hearts of boys
That I want to steal
I can’t help the way I feel
I don’t like to lay, I like to kneel
Please don’t blame me for the way I feel
Its only genetics
Its only genetics


And if you need further proof
Just look into my eyes
And see the truth
And see the truth




Hello mother


Hello mother, how are you
Could you take a seat
Because I have something to say
My name is Robert Neville
And I believe I’m Gay

Hello mother, don’t blame yourself
You raised me rather well
And why is there blame?
I’m still human
I’m still the same

Mother, I’m still your son
I just wont be able to produce one
Please don’t pack my case
Don’t say that
I’m not a disgrace


Mother, I feel like I’m swimming against the tide
I wish you would welcome me with arms open wide
Showing me your warm embrace
Please take the shame away from your face

Under Attack




Here I stand, under attack
As I tell you I love you
And your retort?
Wit, it does lack
Just like your front door
You say “no junk male please”
But I could say the exact same thing


You only tell me you love
When you’re drunk
And I can’t wait
Until twelve in the morning
You can tell me you love me
But I loathe you
I physically loathe you

And you’re under attack
Watch you back
As I attack

A Morrissey World

You talked to me about Jack Kerouac
And how much you loved weed and smack
You told me that Morrissey didn’t coin the phrase
‘Pretty girls make graves’
This you didn’t think I knew?
His face is on my t-shirt
His name is too
You say his voice hurts your ears
And I say “you have no taste my dear”

You said you hated William Wordsworth
And I ask why your mother had to give birth
You told me that my wit is witless
And I told you insults will result in no progress
This you must have known?
Morrissey looks down on you
And Marr does too
You say his voice hurts your ears
And I say “that space between must be clear”

Brilliant :thumb:

Lonely On a limb



Taking advantage of all the opportunities
And still progressing sideward
Staring into space to look at luminaries
My body is still awkward
And I’m only made of sandpaper
Its all rough out here
Bad times I have all encountered
Lying inside of the frontier
Only wanting to just disappear

Its lonely on a limb
Its ever so lonely on a limb

So I tried to go for a walk in the rain
But I got absolutely nowhere
There’s nothing left to obtain
Somebody get me out of here
And I’m only made of sandpaper
Its all rough out here
Bad times I have all encountered
Lying inside of the frontier
Only wanting to just disappear

Its lonely on a limb
Its ever so lonely on a limb

I love this too much.

Under Attack




Here I stand, under attack
As I tell you I love you
And your retort?
Wit, it does lack
Just like your front door
You say “no junk male please”
But I could say the exact same thing


You only tell me you love
When you’re drunk
And I can’t wait
Until twelve in the morning
You can tell me you love me
But I loathe you
I physically loathe you

And you’re under attack
Watch you back
As I attack

:thumb:
RN, you are truly amazingly talented. Poetry is a hard thing to pull off, but you manage it astonishingly well. Like the subtle Moz references too. :D

Beautiful.

Happier Than Now



I’ve seen pictures of you
That were taken before we met
And you looked happier


I’ve seen videos of you
That were filmed before we met
And you moved more freely


I’ve seen you look depressed
As I’ve tried to impress you
There’s no need to look so repressed


I’ve seen pictures of you
When we first met
And you looked happier


Happier than now

Sexual Tips


Your advancements are tugging on my heart strings
And to you, to you, they don’t mean a single thing
Its just Saturday night, common practice for you
Its just your natural human thing to do
It’s not for me, but I thank you
I came here to stand on my own and leave on my own
And still you advance, I don’t want your dance
Your dated moves and your sexual tips
I’m still confused as to why when you kiss you have four lips


The advancements have turned to disillusion
I always knew you suffered from delusions
It’s Sunday morning, your not at home, common practice
I can tell you what your life is lacking
You don’t want me, I don’t blame you
You say you were only passing through
And still you advance, I don’t want your dance
Your dated moves and your sexual tips
I’m still confused as to why when you kiss you have two sets of lips

You May Say That You Love Me



You say that you love me
But when you sleep, you never dream of me
I can see it and I know it

But I’ve never been loved
That’s why I sleep all day and night
You can see it and you know it

You’re so lovely, why don’t you love me
Me legs start to melt
We were lovers and I never knew

You may say that you love me
We were lovers and I never knew
You may say that you love me
We were lovers and I never knew
You may say that you love me
We were lovers and I never knew
You may say that you love me
We were lovers and I never knew
You may say that you love me
We were lovers and I never knew
You may say that you love me
We were lovers and I never knew
You may say that you love me


Help me…help me…. Hold me

Kids

Hey girl, don’t you hate it when
They condescend to you
Hey boy, don’t you hate it when
They judge everything you do
You’ll never find your place
At this rate

Oh kids, I do feel so sorry for you
Oh how the Media want to paint you
And control you and your moves
Shame is your name

Hey girl, don’t you love being free
You have no idea what that means
Hey boy, don’t you love being free
Or are you brainwashed by the TV
You’ll never find your place
At this rate

Oh kids, I do feel so sorry for you
Oh how the Media want to paint you
And control you and your moves
Shame is your name

You could always go and earn a wage
In a distant land
And come back with one leg
And no hands

Oh kids I do feel so very sorry for you

''You’re never find your place
At this rate''

:eek:

Sexual Tips

Never go shagging around

''you’re never find your place
at this rate''

:eek:

argh!!

Drugs And Metaphors



You get high off of rolos and skittles
Pass me my Ritalin and lemonade
And I’ll colour you in a different shade
You mended my broken heart
With heroin and a crack pipe
And you didn’t know where to start
I just thought that you might


Your drugs are like metaphors
What more do you have in store?


I’m getting high on cheese and crackers
You’ve got you toast and marmite
And that spliff you need to ignite
You broke my broken heart
And you didn’t even need words
Although they played their part
I don’t know what just occurred


Your drugs are like metaphors
What more do you have in store?
Your drugs are like metaphors
What more do you have in store?
Your drugs are like metaphors
What more do you have in store?

Oh I don’t have a clue
Do you?

hi robert how you been?

hi robert how you been?

I've been very well, yourself?

pretty good, just busy, should be studying right this second but i got bored. anything new and fabulous going on?

pretty good, just busy, should be studying right this second but i got bored. anything new and fabulous going on?

I should also be studying and writing about the french revolution but SOMEHOW I can't find the motivation. There is nothing new and nothing fab with me, but please tell me there is with you?

awww i understand. well i will be done w/the nursing program on December 14th. I am very excited about that. Really the 15th, but the thing i have to do on the 15th is stupid and requires very little mental energy.

I am going to be one year older on Sunday. weeee!

and... things have really slowed down in here havent they?

awww i understand. well i will be done w/the nursing program on December 14th. I am very excited about that. Really the 15th, but the thing i have to do on the 15th is stupid and requires very little mental energy.

I am going to be one year older on Sunday. weeee!

and... things have really slowed down in here havent they?

You are a nurse? lovely!. You will cure my ills? Happy birthday for Sunday!. I havent been on here in a while, has it become very boring?

I havent been on here in a while, has it become very boring?
__________________
Nowt here


I'm sorry to be the bearer of such news, but if either of you considers that Morrissey collapsing on a stage in the middle of a concert is akin to this forum slowing down, or becoming a tinsy bit boring, well maybe it has then?

And his real fans thought he might even die, you see

ooooh errrr, calm down. He IS alive isnt he?

A short one




Batter my head in, you look like the type
Batter my head, jump on your motorbike
The imprint of your anger, lies on the pavement
The imprint of your anger as I make my descent
Splatter my brains in, slip into the night
Splatter my brains in, find someone else to fright
Break my neck, just because I refused to fight
Break my neck, just because I didn’t give a light
Batter my head in, just because you couldn’t afford
Batter my head, just because I’m your landlord

A short one




Batter my head in, you look like the type
Batter my head, jump on your motorbike
The imprint of your anger, lies on the pavement
The imprint of your anger as I make my descent
Splatter my brains in, slip into the night
Splatter my brains in, find someone else to fright
Break my neck, just because I refused to fight
Break my neck, just because I didn’t give a light
Batter my head in, just because you couldn’t afford
Batter my head, just because I’m your landlord

I'm pleased you find time to drop in between studying and developing your poetic skills. If you need avoidant activities, this is the place to come to. And there are plenty of posters who would argue the toss, given the opportunity, should you be feeling disputative.