take the pen, make a statement aim it at the friends who kept you waiting write about some bitch that hates you blame her for what she made you do tell the world your ego’s deflated self-doubt will only damage your greatness just don’t tell them a lie cause the truth is something they ignore with bitter excuses show them what your spectacles capture let glitter sparkle, the show's spectacular they’ll love your lies and hate the truth so, the only thing you can do, is just be you.
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
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
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
Do you have a favourite colour?
I have several, or none, I discovered
Red, is the love, the passion I hold
A hopeless romantic in everything I wrote
With a slight hint of danger integrated
Or could it purely be football related?
White, is the hope I don’t rely on much
I’m not the purest of souls to judge
I’m not sure what makes it a favourite
Maybe it’s half the colours of my nation?
Black, represents that darkness I lived
That hardship, I was forced to exist in
The death of innocence, the power attained
Or maybe the points in snooker relate?
I don’t really have a colour preference
But I have tricolour that I love to reference
i wrote a poem today and i realised i don’t need the fame i don’t need a fortune i just need stories to fill the page add colour to the white space break the stray jacket as i escape the invisible white walled cage a broken writer, addicted to pain love me or hate me, all i need is this space
I tried to sell my soul last night, But the devil, he didn’t want it He said, it’s too black and tarnished But the light inside you I can’t abolish I reached out to God, last night I told him I can’t find my way home He told me, you can’t follow my lead There’s a darkness, you must let grow I spoke to my dead nan, last night And asked for the beauty in the truth She said, you won’t find answers here Because the truth is buried inside you