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Walking Away

Walking away
I look back
Seeing your face
I wave goodbye
You wave back
And smile
Your perfect smile

Walking away
I look back
I can’t see you
Something’s in the way
I frown
But keep walking

Walking away
I look back
Seeing your face
I wave goodbye
You wave back
And smile
Your perfect smile

Walking away
I look back
I just see the
Back of your head
Your curly black hair
Bobbing  gently in the wind

Walking away
I look back
I see your back
As you walk away
Wishing you’d turn
So I could see
Your perfect smile

I have to walk away
Though I don’t want to
I can’t keep looking back
Though I want to
I have to go, have to miss
Your perfect smile

The Simple Life

This poem was an attempt to write down how I feel when I stroke our pet rabbit sometimes. He’s so cute, when you stroke him he often lies down and just sits there like he’s really enjoying it. In those moments, especially on a sunny day like yesterday, it is almost as comforting as having a girl there – but the moment you stop, you realise how empty you really feel, how much you long for human contact. It kinda fails as a poem, it sounds a bit weird to be honest, but at the same time it’s how I feel so – I’m putting it out there and letting ‘the public’ decide, as it were.


I lie there
Stroking your hair
We’re both just content
To stop and to stare

I look up, gazing
At the clear blue sky
Wondering why I
Aren’t with my own kind

I slowly stand up
Give you one last stroke
You wander off
Back to nibbling the grass

It’s nice to lay there
To stroke your fur
But at the end of the day
You’re not her

Just Life

When you’re happy
It’s just life

When you’re sad
It’s just life

When you’re confused
It’s just life

When you’re perplexed
It’s just life

When you’re ecstatic
It’s just life

When you’re depressed
It’s just life

Life
At the end of the day
It’s all just life

Lost

It’s the weekend
I crawl out of bed
I venture out my door
The house is dead

I venture downstairs
Unsure what to do
I feel kinda lost,
Without purpose

I stare at the floor
My mind has gone blank
Not knowing why I’m here
I retire back to my room

I sit on the sofa there
I turn on my PS3
But I just stop and stare
I cannot decide what to play

So instead I sit here
Writing out this feeling
In the hope that this act
Would make it disappear

Won’t Stop ‘Til The End Of The Day

This is something I felt like writing, sort of a Tenacious D-type (0r Lonely Island) comedy song/poem about sex. Hope you enjoy it lol.


Sitting here
I can’t control the urge
To grab myself
Not stop ’til I splurge

I can’t stop
‘Til the end of the day
When I see those girls
I drop my pants and I pray

Whether in a video
Or in a pic
When I see that skin
I can’t help but click

I’ll never get a fitty
In real life
So I keep clicking
As I stare at their kitty

Sitting here
I can’t control the urge
To grab myself
Not stop ’til I splurge

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Breaking Out

I kinda conceived this as a modern rock song, it doesn’t necessarily reflect my current feelings on life, rather I wanted to write something positive for once, instead of the depressing rubbish I usually write.


What can I do just sitting here
Blobbed in front of my screen
If I don’t get out of here
I’ll go crazy and scream

I’ve got to break out
I’ve got to go loud
I know I can do it
Go make myself proud

I can’t stay hidden behind these walls
I’ve got to get out of this shell
I can’t stand this place any more
It’s turned from heaven to hell

I can’t stay, I can’t stay
I’ve got to go
If I don’t leave this place
I will never know

This life can be good
This life can be fun
If I never see it
I’ll never be one

Got to break out
I’ve got to go
Got to loudly shout

If I don’t now
I’ll never know

Categories: Life, Poetry

The Ghost

I see you
In every quietly hugging couple
In every loudly kissing couple
In every smiling young woman
In every woman with flowing hair
In every slim, demure woman
I see you

But wish I did not…

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