A man I know likes cords, He wears them every day, I cannot stand they way they feel, But could never bring myself to say. I wish he’d not make me rub them, As he does so with such glee, That I can only believe he knows my fears, And deliberately torments me. If such’s … Read more
I wish to slip away A little death Just for a while To have a rest Please watch my body While I’m dead Make sure no animal Steals my head
Sssh, my friend Please do not cry Uncrumple your theorem Wipe that tear from your eye For I hear your opinion I think that too but I’m a freak and so are you. And everybody else is right.
Lying in my dreams Dying in my dreams For a thousand years of torment I see horrifying scenes From the toxic liquid in my veins It’s a crippling means To liquify my brains For a thousand years of torment Someday I’ll awake Get my head together Someday I’ll escape Get my shit together Sometimes I … Read more
When you ask for opinion Right or wrong? On your latest deeds Do they stand on ceremony Or just agree outright with words you want to hear Or complete confirmation that you did the right thing of course you do you always did and you do it so well too forgive my cynicism It’s probably … Read more
a. No matter where I go No matter who I see I’ve never met anyone more special to me. Thus is why I hate you so; you are the world in my soul, this you deny me, lo I despise you, this is why I hate you so.
Ode To My Fat Arse By PRAEst76 (2003) My arse is huge and fat, like an disturbingly swolen cat, who’s abdominal infection, is beyond retraction, and that is the end of that… My arse is mammothly vast, like an ancient remembered past, full of great battles and wars, and people keeping scores, and the building … Read more
Mr Click-Clack followed me home last night. Follows me home every night. Home to my abode where I lock the door, to keep myself safe, from Mr Click-Clack. What does he want this Mr Click-Clack? Why is it that he follows me? Why does he always wait, outside my door? What is his raison detre? … Read more
Here I am. I’m lost again. Silly Me. What must you think? I never seem to find my way. ‘Silly you’ you say. ‘oh well, have some tea’. Try again tomorrow, yes ‘it happens’, you say. Then you see the blood, and broken bones and, ‘Silly you’ you said, ‘you always do such silly things’. … Read more
Hello old friend, how are you today? The same I’m guessing, as you were yesterday, and the day before. Is there a limit to what you can take? Every day you are here, doing the same things. Does it not make you crazy? Does it not hurt? Don’t you ever feel alone? That solitary life … Read more