Write It Right

She said, write me a story
Paint me a picture of pretty poor me
Bring words alive to describe my demise,
As a slip in and out of the disguises I hide

She said, don’t hold back go hard on me
Describe all the dirty parts of the mask you see
Show them the ugly truth that exists at these parties
The beautiful lies we painfully believe

Raise the questions that don’t get an answer back
Because were too busy answering back
Raise the voices we’re armed with to attack
But we won’t shout for the answers we lack

We just get high off the night, sleeping with strangers
Drowning our morals, concealing our angers
In midst of the angst, our war wages on
The storm calmed by the clouds it rages from

She said, tell them I’m a fighter, I called her a liar
What are you fighting for? Her silence denied her
I’ve never seen you break the cycle, fight the fires
Just keep ranting to the choir, screaming you’re tired

It’s your life and they left you no chance to succeed
How it has been, that’s how it must be
Just quit now, prove the doubters were right
Is that how you want me to write about your life?

You are the reason I write, but you need to end it right
Let me write for the hero inside you that fights
Stands up for the rights, changes dark to light
You want to me write your story, let me write it right


War and Possibility

We can build more nuclear warheads
But foul language is banned before watershed
Water cannon called for use on rampaging citizens
But the politicians are forgiven for illicit misgivings
War crimes ignored, whilst we imprison the poor
Democracy, we support, but capitalism has tilted it towards
Corporations, whilst education costs an arm and a leg
Good luck, trying to get it fixed on the NHS
Because we can fund wars to terrorise millions
But we can’t heal the sick, rotting in squalid conditions
Bonuses for bankers, whist we lay off the desperate
And wonder why so many turn to crime amidst this cesspit
I’m screaming out for peace, but my dreams written off
Ripping at the seams, trying to see scenes different from
The headlines we read, all I see is death and hate
Tell me what you need to make this a better place
Someone told me, war is inevitable, peace isn’t profitable
What do you need us to do, to make it possible?


I had an addiction to tobacco smoke
Breathed in the fire that made me choke
As I robbed myself of the youthful glow
Before I had a chance to let it grow old

I drowned in a bottle of ‘water of life’
Educated by alcoholics who taught us right
Stumbling home, wandering alone at night
Trying not to let demons inside take flight

I lost myself in copious pornography
Drowned in the art of elicit photography
Made myself believe, women were my property
And they never wanted me to treat them properly

But you made me want to pick up another vice
Because theirs fun and then theirs everything nice
There’s sugar and spice, but it’s nothing on bitter and spite
Don’t make me apologise for those things you despise


Write Again

How did it happen?
I use to grab a pen and create images
What happens when the magic diminishes?
When you write but you can’t finish it
When you begin to doubt the title of lyricist

A self-proclaimed master of words
But you can’t string a sentence together
When the pen used to calm roaring weather
Every line wrote, took you on an adventure
Eased the pressure now you can’t reach the letters

You’re stuck in a rut
When you’ve lost your grip, let it slip
Hanging on your thoughts, the fire in your belly
But now your thoughts aren’t worth a penny
How did you let the burden get so heavy?

Let it go
Take a breath and let the tears rain
Take a seat and let the beer drain
Take a notepad, load the pen and take aim
Find the voice deep within and breakaway

Whatever happened, happened
Now it’s time to fight, it’s time to write again
It’s time to bring your ink back to life again
They took your dream, now make nightmares repent
There is no wrong way to make it right again

Just write again

Why Me?

Family gathered around her side
For months on end we watched her die
Why me?

For years on end, I lived a violent struggle
Fighting back with nothing but a silent mumble
Why me?

Every day I dreamed a dream of the end
It took years for me to rest in peace again
Why me?

I thought I found the world within a girl
Struggling to believe from the moment I fell
Why me?

Slowly pushed her away I never did believe
All anyone could ever need was me
Why me?

Now the I stand on the edge of the earth
Trying to take your breath with my words
Try me

Walk Like A Man

It feels like my whole life
I’ve been told how to walk like a man
Follow my father’s plan
Watching him hold my mother hand
Go to school, find a wife
Pay your tax on time, the easy life
Born to live this mediocrity
Whilst they tell me to speak properly
They don’t want to hear slang like this
Close their eyes, cure their blindness
Brainwashed to accept this is me
Because they want to imprison me
Set me free, lets fight for us
Cause we get drunk and we fight us
No love because everybody told us
This is the plan that we have to adopt
So, to walk like a man, I’m walking off.

Write Another

My best friend, he loves a drink
Oh how it must be a lovely thing
To forget how it feels to think
But with every sip by a toxic alcoholic
I sit and I look across the table at him
And write another poem with alcohol in

My ex, loves a male’s attention
I wish I could feel all of her affection
Instead I live on, in her rejection
A shadow of the life, she exited
As I sit in despair, with the thought of her
And write another poem as lonely occurs

My best friend, dissects the weekend
Nothing provocative or mildly interesting
And I try my best to appear interested
But mostly I sit in the corner depressed
Debating with myself, with no one to test
And write another poem about missed connections

My ex, is out seeking her next love
As I watch on, secretly in disgust
Trying to repent from the dark side of lust
Trying to forgive the past for my trust
As I try and shake the thought of us
And write another poem about the unjust

My pen likes to repeat itself
I have a wealth of information to help
But I can’t shake the burden of hell
As I continue to delve into whisky and girls
And I write another poem, about how I felt
When I wasn’t trying to write as well