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[drinking and waking up alone]

With my hands in my pockets,
And my heart on the floor.
My brain five miles behind,
Feeding me words,
That lack value anymore.

My love is astoundingly generic,
or so I believed this is what she said.
With nothing new to add to the
mix, I drink till my liver feels dead.

As I awake the next morning,
not sure how I got home.
With yesterdays words and memories returning,
I remember that I am now alone.

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[notes from my mobile phone]

Shape
Thought
Colour
Design
Process

[this is art to me]

Don’t dream it, be it

Buses seem to take forever,
to get me from where
I am, to you

I’ve wasted every helium balloon
I was given, by not having something
witty to say

Today I saw a wasp and for a
few beautiful seconds I mistook
it for a butterfly

A little advice my friend, take
time to listen

the d[evil] and g[o]od are
raging inside me

to know the value of
straws

someone could come here,
and ask for my love,
I’d most likely give it to them
straight away,
because I’ve given up

your heart shines to me like a
glow in the dark star when
all the lights go out

sadly, the only thing that I find
truly disappointing about life
is that when those big moments
in life do pop up, there is a
distinct lack of background music

do we sometimes love the
people we hate?

as people [from a young age] we
are taught not to settle, that the
thing we really want is just around
the corner

life doesn’t work that way

you ask my name,
but you’re not to blame,
if I was you,
looking at me,
I’d probably do the same

there are two types of tourist,
those who check maps and
those who just hold them

on the bus back from Oslo we
were chasing the sunset


Let me explain;

recently my mobile phone
broke and it needed replacing
and my phone company [Virgin
Mobile if you were wondering]
said they would replace it free
of charge. I was happy.

But it did alert me to one
problem, you see I got into
the habit of writing notes on
my phone when a notepad wasn’t
handy to me.

So I spent 45min copying them
all into my notepad, which,
with a broken phone, is annoying.

So here they are, most of them
anyways, some notes stay in the
notepad, thing is [and you will
have found this], the notes
probably wont make too much sense.

If you want any explained,
comment the blog and I’ll
explain. Laters x

[264] [taking me home]

As the newspaper slowly crawls over my
feet
Forcing me to look up and examine
where it was I had been
It’s quarter past two in the city
and the streets are almost bare
It’s this time I love, this place I love.
More than anywhere.

This city would be home,
if I would let it be.
But something always calls me back,
My home, constantly calling me.

So, I stay for the night sometimes,
and take it all in.
The city where I want to go,
to all the places I’ve already been.

[another short poem]

I slept for fourteen hours
And still only dreamt about you
I’ve been sleeping for miles
these days it seems,
Because it’s all that I know to do

Since I’ve known you,
my thoughts and feelings
are on fire.

A lust for life,
I was yet to know,
Firmly gripping all of
life’s desires.

And even though your
gone.
For reasons neither of
us could foresee.
I’ve kept those feelings
and dreams close to my
heart.

Because in my dreams and
in my heart you are always
with me.

[poem] [05:29]

I was hiding,
But again you found me.
Unawares,
As I was laying there drowsy.

Me and you have been close before.
I thought I knew you,
but you were something more.
I was in love with the idea of love,
Now With my heart no longer on the floor.

So love,
again you have found me,
and again I must must fall for your
every wish,
Because without you,
life is scary and grey,
How long could I have lasted like this.
I’ll call her to let her know I’m ok.

[wow, thats actually pretty bad, oh well
if you didn’t get it, it’s basically someone
hiding from love]

[guess I can’t write them anymore] [05:31]

[on a train, with decent conversation]

Nowadays I live a good ten minute bus
ride from where I work, i get up, roll out
of bed and boom I’m at work [well not
literally, but you get the idea]

But this was not always so, I used to
live a good two hours from work. This
includes train times and buses [and the
waiting] and usually I would go to sleep
on the train and be happy when I woke
up at my appropriate station.

Only once or [at a push] three times
waking up three stations too late. Now
this just popped into my head but I didn’t
fall asleep all the time and most of these
times I was bored, my music the only thing
keeping me company and watching the same
stations approach day in and day out.

[why not choose a different line you ask?
well I was on a schedule and I didn’t wanna
fuck it up]

So one time it was worse than usual, with the
ability to randomly make myself go to sleep
lost and my iPod battery dead [I had fell asleep
listening to it the night before, a habit I don’t
believe I will ever grow out off].

I was forced to just sit there, and as I was
staring out of the window, noticing a burnt
out car aside the track. And I actually wrote
a poem in my notepad, it went like this;

I’m on the train, still
The fun has worn off
And the sheen has become dull

I wrote this poem in my notepad [it’s
not that great a poem, but I was quite
bored at the time and had nothing for
inspiration, ok, excuses over, back to
the story]my ears pinged as they had
caught attention to a conversation
happening on the group of seats to my left.

Now all I remember is that it was two old
gentlemen and they were dressed in ragidy
[spelling] clothes. They discussed all manner
of subjects to the state of the UK to how
they had felt about their lives. But it was the
last thing that one of them said that actually
hit me in a strange way. So much so, that I
actually got out my notepad to jot it down.

Now at this point the train had got to Dartford
station and one of the old gentlemen got up

“See you later Les, take care”

“It’s a bit late for that”

“Yeah…”

And like I said at that moment I got my
pencil out and wrote it in my notepad.
Now to hear an old man say this was
actually quite depressing in all honesty.

It popped in my head cause I was flicking
through my notepad, funny the randoms it
contains.