How To Be A PoetLook at us,More Like This
being poetic and making out
as if suffering is what we need
for good art.
When what we really mean
is that we need suffering
to take us away from living;
gets in the way
Bad RomanceI have a habit of falling in fantasyMore Like This
with the 'what-if's' of love:
the way she smiles, the way he laughs,
how she copes, how he breaks down,
until I realise all I want is a
break-up. The tragedy of a heart
fallen from its mantle of ribs,
or a broken nose; bad heart or
Love can last as long as a fuck does,
but it's interest that needs to hold me
when you've turned your back to me in
All You Want Is To Sing 'One Day More'I didn’t lose my faithMore Like This
in the left the day of
Margaret Thatcher’s funeral
when people threw flowers
instead of the truth.
I lost my faith when we
kept talking about ‘the future,'
and other opportunities to be had.
As if we hadn’t just had one
that people had been waiting
thirty years for.
Jaded and WhiningI should have more wine for the c.v.More Like This
that calls me a jaded and bitter poet.
The jade should come from the bottle,
and the bitter from the tart of the wine;
the poet comes from tragedy -
of having to live in suffering, and still
not being good enough for someone
TravelDandelions are blown about,More Like This
but they get to go places;
no one wants to pick a rose
in case its beauty fades,
and one is kept behind a fence
or inside a vase, while
the other sees itself go far
in every generation of its life.
Your colours aren't what make
you grow, and that's what they've
not told you, but you're the one
that's far away when a rose is
The children who got lost in timeAspirations. They're a lot like dreams... but they're actually more like nightmares.More Like This
All those things you aspired to be when you were young, only to realize the futility of it all... they really hurt immensely, don't they? You wake up to the realization one day and that's that - you are no longer the same person, you no longer have the same ideals.
And yet there's some that still hold onto hope, consciously or subconsciously. Some that still believe that there's a path out there that'll lead them to become the very symbols of righteousness that they once promised themselves they would be. Some that will bitterly fight until the very end, that will search until the end of time for this path.
... they are the most miserable of them all. Because they know that their path leads to nowhere. Because they know it's just a dream - such a path could never exist because people do not wish for it to, and that is the harsh truth of this world. That is what we call "reality". But for some absurd re
The Trouble with HeartsIn poker I haveMore Like This
to forget that the Queen of
Spades is a dread card.
because love is a lesson in trial and errorI wish I had the words to tell you what I mean. I used to store sentences between my breaths – things that I couldn’t say at the moment, but wanted to remember. Now I can barely string together enough nouns and verbs to make you understand exactly what you mean to me. And I’m afraid.More Like This
I’m afraid that if I can’t get it together fast enough I’ll lose you. It’s like you're water slipping through my fingers and I’m not quick enough to chase you through the currents. I know enough to know that you’re wild and free in a way that I’ll never be and maybe I’m jealous of that. Or maybe I’m scared. Maybe I know that if I was somehow better or different that I’d have you in a way that no one else has even gotten you, and some days, I think I’ve made it. Some days, I’m sure that I don’t have to be afraid anymore, but then it’s three in the morning and I’m tossing and turning from the waves you