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.
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
I never realised it wasn’t a game Until she whispered I had won Scars run deep from the battles lost Scenes destroyed with what we’d done We both knew this day was near We both knew we’d end up broken As we held our voices in our throats The pressure tripped an explosion The burgeoning empire we destroyed This battlefield created desolation Back where the grass grew green Before an eruption tore more than relations Now wars past and the cities rebuilt Look at all we have to show for Infrastructure and chiselled memories Of a time when we once went to war
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
We lie undercovers And hope the truth isn’t uncovered Whilst we agree over the scent of fresh sheets Your fiancé would be shocked to see You dirty these bed sheets with me My girlfriend would scream and shriek If she saw you with me, Let me send this text, Then I’ll get back to pleasing you right Before you look up at the spark in my eye Tease me baby, stroke my ego Enough to break her heart with a lethal dose We love them both, but lust controls Were suffocated, but you love to choke Choke you out, throw you around Hold it in your mouth then I’ll throw you out Kiss me, goodbye, kiss them, Hi Back to the reality of a normal life Trying to shrug of the guilt of last night Who does the cuckold life satisfy?
Thoughts circling my mind The only colour on this page is white The grass is always greener My side has a grey and black demeanour I guess that’s why they call it the blues Nobody I knew was born with a silver spoon Golden opportunities aren’t handed to you Trapped in the red what are you going to do? With bank accounts emptied, green with envy Caught red handed we don’t seem as friendly You can keep on your rose tinted spectacles Tickle yourself pink, at this working spectacle This is a work in progress, save your protests Judge me on the blue ink when my pen rests Because our true colours, you can never compete with We see red, we tell white lies, and we aren’t complete So let me bring the colour to a grey area We’re black sheep and you’re not fair on us
There’s a thief who lives inside of me He used to try and get a bike for free Now he’s out stealing all my dreams He wasn’t interested in stealing your heart So, put it all on me, for tearing us apart But he stole all the time, I allowed to pass He never wanted an ounce of my time But he took the passion out of the rhyme And made it a little more difficult to write He stuck his fingers into my pocket Helped himself to my self-esteem and lost it As I silently swore my revenge upon him There’s a thief who lives in side of me Who took everything I aspire to be But losing everything, inspired me