type love

 
You broke my heart so easily
And walked away as I stared about
'Remember what you said to me,
When we could finally meet up at my house
But now I just stare at my room,
And picture us kissing on my couch.
You left me on the twentieth third
At 4:01 on the clock.
I begged you on the streets,
But you finally tore my heart out
Yeah, I scream and shout to The heavens...
'Cause never have I ever loved someone else.
And I know I wasn't ready but I swear I would've done anything at all.
And now I can't imagine being with someone else, now that You're gone.
You broke me into pieces and left me to die on my own.
Remember when you swore you loved me, yet now I'm here all alone

My heart was torn and love was worn,
From thinking how much I miss you, but
I know it shouldn’t be,
'But I can't help but want you still, yeah
But now I just stare at my room.
And pictured you were holding me close.
And I know I wasn't ready but I swear I would've done anything at all.
And now I can't imagine being with someone else, now that You're gone.
You broke me into pieces and left me to die on my own.
Remember when you swore you loved me, yet now I'm here all alone

Kisses, heartbreaks
I still feel your lips on my wrists and, creases
Can't walk past the places we used to go to
' I hate that I love you, babe
Shattered hopes and
You left me all alone, now I'm dying, You're lying
All over my soul
God, I hate you, You're so cruel
But I hate that I still love you, babe
And I know I wasn't ready but I swear I would've done anything at all.
And now I can't imagine being with someone else, now that You're gone.
You broke me into pieces and left me to die on my own.
Remember when you swore you loved me, yet now I am here all alone.

 
I was saying to my Husband  
just the other lockdown day  
I wonder what would’ve happened  
if we hadn't met this way  

what if we'd made Tinder profiles  
described ourselves as fun,  
liking evenings out with mates  
and frequent holidays in the sun  
 
what if we nervously shifted  
on the bar stool where we met  
as you lured me like a fisherman  
with a massive dating net  
 
we'd of swiped right based on photos—  
I'd of looked like a delicate petal,  
even though behind the screen  
I'm into scary German metal  
 
and you'd of been well-groomed  
a beard well manicured in place,  
hiding the blank expression  
that sometimes sits upon your face.  
 
We wouldn’t write we're into game shows  
or watching 'The Chase' over dinner  
or the fact we're damn competitive  
because there can only be one winner  
 
or worn pyjamas up to bed,  
found Sundays cold and boring,  
we'd of never said we'd get irked  
with the other person’s snoring.  
 
I'm really not sure Tinder  
would have ever been for me,  
it seems like a lot of effort  
to big yourself up to a T  
 
and yes I can use a filter  
on my jazzed up profile image,  
but I like fucking tea and cake  
not juiced up kale and spinach  
 
I'm glad we met in real life,  
held hands in a real room;  
just another grumpy atheist  
and a witch astride her broom.  
 

"Nightmares in Nevada"



I try to escape nightmares in Nevada

I scream for any magik, abracadabra

You snuck up on me with your charm

Lying deeply within your heavy arms


Your lips promise love's latest fashion

Hearts collide & our bodies smashing

I'm drunk on the bullshit you're selling

It's only the rosebuds that I'm smelling


Blakkened blue is what you left of me

Now I'm a slave to this agony & misery

Go fukk yourself reflection in the mirror

I don't think I could see life any clearer


I'm buried in the shadows lurking about

Beware the scream that my soul shouts

My path cutting deeper than the true love

When I secretly thought it was enough


My breath is hotter than a dragon's flame

Hypnotized me in sable eyes your shame

I danced with you under a pale moonlight

Only to endure the stinging bite inside


You were the beat that staked my heart

You are the sneeze that blew me apart

I can still taste you on my ripened lips

Gradually my hunger of love now slips


Blessed a minute now I'm to be cursed

This isn't the dream that I've rehearsed

Come bakk in my chest caressed in grace

Remind me why I miss your fukking face



The Punk Poet…

  Always Be Punk…

Always Be Drunk…

   (On Poetry)

 
 
even now
a voice rumbles in
across bare hills,
wild deserts—
 
oh, soft hum
of bellied thunder  
echoing through
every chamber
 
 
 
may they shake
with your name
one last  
time.

First off, it’s never been easy,
It’s the hardest work one can ever do,
And if someone tells you otherwise,
Just know they’re full of shit poo.

If you want your relationship to work,
Always be honest with your other half,
Be ready to share worries, tears and fears,
And in the good times have great laughs.

Never scream or cuss at each other,
Little by little it shears at the core of respect,
Talk calmly and meet somewhere in the middle,
Otherwise you two are bound to get wrecked.

Surprise each other once in a while,
Raise the intrigue, interest and attraction,
And if she happens to put on some weight,
Never bring it up or it’s a nuclear reaction.

Give him a nice smack in the ass in the shower,
Give her a pickle tickle when she least expects it,
Text each other something nasty to get antsy,
Being horny isn’t corny when the other reflects it.

Seriously, keep each other hot and bothered,
Be kinky, do it in elevators or backs of cars,
Explore fantasies, dreams and scenarios,
But most of all, fuck like you were porn stars.

Make each other laugh so hard ‘til one of you cries,
It’s one of the best and natural highs,
But don’t bust out any jokes in the middle of sex,
Believe me it has a terrible performance effect…
Oh, never mind

Enjoy the growth of your children,
Remember the promises and never forget,
Remember when and how you fell in love,
And always remember the first time you met.