Submissions by Edward80 (Ef)

Melancholy runs through me straight to the bone.
Sitting in my flat as always alone.
Sounds in my head take on a deathly tone.
No voice comes out, only a tortured moan.
My heart's as heavy as a solid stone.
The demons in my head are truly my own.
Wish I could say my mind has grown.
But every chance I've had I've truly blown.
Wish there was a different me, maybe a clone.
Who could repent of all the seeds I've sown.
Another shit poem I hear you all groan.
But this is the last I'll submit from my lonesome throne.

As I sit here on my settee,
Staring blankly at the TV.
I realise it will always be just me,
And suddenly life feels so dreary.

I have my flat, a lovely home,
But it feels empty being alone.
All the people I've met and known,
Not 1 of them ever call my phone.

Leads me to the conclusion it must be me,
The reason I'm so very unhappy.
I yearn for the days I was young and free,
But that's the past and now will never be.

The women I've loved and lost,
Has come at such a high cost.
All the lines I must've...

Roses are red,
Tulips are yellow.
I'm not a poet,
I'm just an average fellow.

I don't play guitar,
I don't play the cello.
I may not go far,
But I try to be mellow.

Words have no meaning,
If they don't come from within.
Dreams have no ceiling,
Unless born out of sin.

Let's play this game, and may you start,
To critique as you will.
And tear me apart,
As no longer i care or even feel.

I'm not here to be judged,
Just speak from my heart.
My words form like sludge, ...