Submissions by toriden19

I've painted a portrait of you
Stroked in a thousand shades of grey.
It sits above my fireplace
And weighs down my walls
With trivial details and scraps of insignificance.
And as I gaze at that familiar face,
It grows more beautiful and strange
As the daytime turns to dusk
And the seasons start to change.
As does my memory with it,
As I look up at that ode upon my wall I swear
That I painted that in colour.
In blood red, electric blue and Aztec gold
That's faded now to the point
I'd almost swear it isn't you.
Yet it is!
And as...

I hate supermarkets
I only go at night,
So that I don't have to fight
Under stale fluorescent light,
For bread and cheese
And milk and beans
And bacon already going green,
Just to find I cannot pay,
Although I could have yesterday,
And the queue behind me thinks it's funny
That I haven't any money,
Pounds just seem to disappear
Where they go ain't exactly clear,
Probably on drugs and beer
And things that I don't really need,
They fill an empty space in me
Until I haven't two pennies
To rub together.