One Bad Day
One bad day in a bad week at the end of a bad year, Sat alone in an empty flat with an empty bottle of beer.
Getting there, one step at a time
One bad day in a bad week at the end of a bad year, Sat alone in an empty flat with an empty bottle of beer.
#FridayFun Crouched - in a hole, lone; death bullets circle his home. Child, stranger to calm. Fear - a common foe, That visits with every shot. Trapped, nowhere to go.
#acorn. As I mature in age I notice. A tendency not previously there. More time now spent growling. Like a sore headed bear. Little or no patience. For the troubles of youth.
I know I shouldn't mope And I can always live in hope But I had chicken for tea And the other ain't looking good for me #4lines4fun #steak&bjday.
Another occasion to add to Xmas and my birthday,. National steak and bj day when I'll get my wicked way,. Whip up some fun and a special gentleman's relish,.
+16 : not one for those excited by the papal erections.. Sorry I mean elections.. _____ Pope on a rope in a haze of white smoke, Bashing the bishop in a conclave of slaves to a joke.
#ckrock Been everywhere that'll take me, I've got more to give than you can see. Been living my life in lust and sin, Don't ring a bell, I bash back doors in.
#ckrock The urge to rock bubbling through my veins, Hold on tight, I'm gonna stretch your reins. The night is mine, on that you can bet, Dance in the rain, get bad, get good and get wet.
Do you really think you know me. Do you know what I'm about. Well I guess you see a part of me, The part that I want to let out. Why do you need to know. You might not like what you see.
The unthinkable has occurred, Ive woke up not wanting to post a word. It's not writer's block, I've plenty to say, I just cant be bothered to write today.
#acrostic Some said he was a good man, Even when they knew what he did. Christ died for all our sin, Reverend molesters in church hid. Exorcised demons from his mind, Tell that to the broken kids.
#acrostic Some things are better left unsaid, Earthed in homes for the dead. Catch a liar with disbelief, Reveal another thief.
#acrostic Stolen glimpses of what could be, Eager to please, transparent to see. Changed my tune and my reason, Realised the folly of what I had done.
#acrostic Shhhhh don't burst my bubble, Erase all signs of my trouble. Come feel sorry for me, Reality is hard to see. Enjoy my dramatic flair, The truth as always is somewhere out there..
#sundayrepost. One from my notes, I know it's a repost, but again can't remember what I called it 1st time round. _____. Searching for a meaning when there's none to be found.
You are the wings that cut through the wind, Protection from the world and haven when I sinned. The one above all others that I can turn to, When all seems lost I know I can find you.
16+ and only for those without a sense of humour bypass... If I've not offended any stereotype, please accept my apologies. The start is from the Bagpuss song.
#acrostic Have you danced with the devil in the pale moonlight. Or have you stared in the mirror till you got a fright.
The animals went in two by two, Except for dinosaurs, cos they ain't true.
With 35 entries, all of thought provoking quality, this has been the hardest challenge I have done.
Sorry #acrostic people, but I haven't had a chance to even whittle your glorious entries down to ten never mind three..
#acrostic Race, creed, colour or sex, Everyone's a sinner in spiritual text. Leper or saint matters not a jot, In god we trust but not a lot.
#acrostic R eligion & faith aren't the same thing, E vangelists preach while saints sing. L osing sight of why we are here, I n rules where the bigotry is clear.
#acrostic Reach within, live with or without, Everyone who thinks will also doubt. Life dedicated to ego or trinity, Indoctrinated by faith or reality.
Okey doke, thank you to @shaheenashapeenur for choosing Mel as worthy.. ..Ive had this word on standby for a while..
I'd love to post a piece of merit, But I'm too tired to write and share it. I can't be bothered to think of a verse, I'd rather scratch my arse and curse. #4lines4fun.
I've an angry pimple, On the end of my nose. Every time I squeeze it, It explodes then grows. #4lines4fun.
Sir David Nicholson insists he's the right person to run NHS while it's on its knees, AT £200k plus £90k expenses, his bank manager and Cameron agrees.
#acrostic Miracle of science, a new creature, Example of man conquering nature. Laboratory experiment gone wild, A nutty professor's new brain child.
#acrostic Magnificent Mad Madam Mim, Yelling zim zabbering zim, She can fill a whole house, or be Tiny, small as a mouse. Evil black sorcery is her cup of tea, Repulsive, cruel as can be.
Meaning behind madness is what we seek. Yearning for learning or so to speak. Signs and symbols in a secret seal. Time teaches lessons that dont reveal. Eternal questions without answers.
#acrostic P lace where I will always belong, O ur town where I can do no wrong. R ights of passage in teenage kicks, T ime stands still in aged bricks.
Day one and my arm is slightly numb, Thirty to go, none of them will be fun. Stomach churning, feeling lightheaded, Ulcers burning, nerves are shredded.
This is hard (for me, not you!!).. Ok let's see if this works: Tooth/hole/sandwich.
Right, no queues, no politeness.. Just shout out ;) Fat (?) Press.
Okey dokey.. Here's a quickie #commondenominator for y'all. I'm about to have my Sunday snooze so made it easy this time ;) Left (?) Rub.
Here's another little #commondenominator Eg @sammielee46 's first poser was Night (?) Flies So . = time Got it. Good. Here's mine: Sticky (?) Perfect.
#sundayrepost The only joke I know: Q. Whats got wings and sucks blood. A. Always ultra.
An easy one from quite possibly one of the most underrated bands and lyricists of modern times:. All of us cannot come first, yes what you have is second best. But it might be a good deal worse.
Cold shells buried deep, buried deep under iced sheets, Snow covered body limbs, body limbs no longer heat.
#acrostic Seek knowledge and you will find, Colours of life beyond the grind. Hear what teachers say and listen, Open your ears and mind, it's not a sin.
Cold shells buried deep, buried deep under ice sheets, Snow covered body limbs, body limbs no longer heat.
16+ .. Some might be offended by truth... The righteous mourn as a nazi pope retires, A bridge 'tween god and man everyone admires.
A little piece that I found online.
Seeking solace where the shadows play, Undead am I, imitating life during the day. Nighttime comes and my beast awakes, Lucifer calling for my soul to take.
I used to laugh at your shoebox of souvenirs, Little keepsakes collected over the years. Love notes and letters before texts were the thing, Moments in time describing how you made my heart sing.
#acrostic. Armed with a lime and a bottle of gin. Making the most out of living in sin. Outside feelings attacking the heart. Unwilling to let lust end and loving start.
#sundayrepost Where are the protestors demonstrators and youth of today.
Hell is god's justice, I've heard someone say. Sin during your life, And that's where you'll pay. But there's only one sin, That sends you to hell.
It's #sundayrepost time, So get your oldies out. Early work shouldn't be ignored, That's not what we're about. Back catalogue going to waste. Share one once again. A proud piece lonely in history.
Be careful where you fish, They say still waters can run deep. Long fuses will go boom, You might get burned by what you reap. Don't misjudge a calm demeanour, Some bites are worse than their bark.
In the kennels dogmas lie, seeking those who will not ask, Breeding in deep rooted fears, finding home in suspicion's mask.
I lack the confidence in my fellow man to chart our destiny, I need the influence of an outside force to say what's best for me.
#acrostic. Surreptitious in my post. Compunctious in my boast. Rambunctious in leisure Unpretentious by nature. Mischievous by any measure. Propitious full of grace. Torturous in your face.
So many gods by so many names, So many men playing immortal games. How can one more stand out from the rest. A supreme being much better than the best.
#myfavouriterepost. We've known for some time this heartache was coming. Waking up on opposite sides of the bed every morning. Pretending the love still burns in the light of a youthful flame.
#acrostic. 15+. Voices echoing inside my head. Alien feelings full of dread. Fear and loathing building steam. Faceless horrors attack my dreams. Another box to lock them in.
Tick... A bead of sweat creeps down my spine... Tock... Turn my back so she can't see my cryin'... Tick... Fingertips sensitive to the lightest touch... Tock... How can my ego devour itself so much...
I know there's more to living, 'cos I remember the good ole days. I see friends enjoying life, without my general malaise. My reserve of get up and go, long since got up and went.
Who will hear me scream, When I wake up from this dream. I must embrace this pain, Or suffering has been in vain. Tiredness beyond measure, Soulsearching, seeking pleasure.
Needing an ear No one is near I have no choice Must bury my voice.
#sundayrepost Tales have been told since the dawn of man, Passed down to daughter and son. Tales to warn or to inspire, Or to teach how work gets done.
A young man with nowhere to go but a head full of sin, Wanting to make his way, to seize the day and he knew just where to begin.
#100things Family: the beginning and the end. The single most important thing in my world Friends: my first 18 years were blessed with a large group of friends.
We all must go through self doubt, for growth it is essential, Irony is, that's when you're on the cusp, of realising your potential. I beg of you no matter what you do, you choose to do your best.
Where did she go, The girl I knew. Was she ever here, Or passing through. She will return, That much I know. Back by my side, Like a moment ago. Until that time, I will have to wait.
The tears that fall in the dark, Dreams that fade away. Overwhelming sadness, When night replaces day. Hiding pain has become a habit, But cracks are in the dam.
Take control of destiny, Step out from the gloom. Find a self-help remedy, To banish impending doom. In pity do not wallow, Don't let your soul decay. Better days will follow, The bravery of today.
You learn something new everyday and today was particularly enlightening: 2nd century Christians were a varied bunch fighting among themselves to be the true path to god.
Cynicism borne from offering my love only to be degraded, No fireworks nor singing birds, a happy soul, yet jaded.
18+ On this St Valentines day, I will show my love in a special way. Who says that romance is dead, A special courtesy before getting head.
Mrs Burr thought my last one was over long, so made this up for me. Snow, snow falling throughout the day, Children with rosy cheeks and smiles as they play. I like her style ;).
ConDem feeding old news to media, promoting their lies and deceit, On the day the bastard that shot PCs Hughes and Bone pled guilty, May attacks the beat.
A sense of finality fills the air, Nothing to see yet all I can do is stare.
Life on the move, shunted from pillar to post, Strife on the run, abandoned by another host. A file in a drawer, a statistic without a name, Another girl whose life will never be the same.
Would it surprise, if I said I've wanted to die. Would it surprise, if I said my confidence was a lie.
I remember my great grandmother, But I know none of the family before her. She passed away when she was one hundred and one, So many things she saw before her life was done.
Feet don't do it for me, neither does showers of pee. Each to their own I suppose, how some do it, god only knows. Tight PVC has its moments I guess, but only on women at their best.
Take my soul have my freedom, While I have you I don't need them. My past life is distant memory, When I have you, lying next to me.
In the interest of harmony, here's an #acorn from my days of searching: Two thousand years ago, When history was new. Where palm trees grow, And many debts were due.
Okay doke.. I can't be bothered making a rhyme, so will speak through a blog. Some may want to ignore this if inclined towards offence..
Tories want a fairer society, As long as you are the same and agree. Hitler also wanted a land that cared, If you were typically Arian and blonde haired.
18+ .. Btw this flicks from a view similar to mine; to a satirical viewpoint from perspective of others.. And some places in between, but on the whole it's rambling nonsense....
My senses are on alert, I think a few will get hurt. We've been here before, At least twice or more. Guard your feelings well, Sometimes it's hard to tell.
My beautiful wife, You are my life. Many smiles, many frowns. Many ups, many downs. If I could take your pain, I'd take it again and again. Cherished laughs, And shared tears, After all of these...
I open up my crusty eyes, But I don't want to get out of bed. There's a fog inside my brain, And doomsaying voices in my head. Why have I reached this place. Where did I come from.
Inspiration to page, Thought after rage. Emotion before reason, Objectivity treason. Three words can make me cry, Express darkest fears. Verbose explosions can make me sigh, Bore me to tears.
Didn't feel the joy. Even playing with a toy. Every position, no shuddering breath. Plenty of practice, no little death. Throat is where they find her clit. Hilt is where she dives to reach it.
I might get served my tatties today, I'm at work, but it's time to play. Two bad men are having their weekend cut short, A weekender followed by their day in court.
I don't deny a creator, no one can ever know where we came from, I deny religion and the multitude of gods our fears have become.
Inspired by #opussweeklychallenge Confused and scared, the princess stood guard by the hatch waiting what felt like an eternity for her sisters.
Inspired by #opussweeklychallenge Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess who was locked away in a tower by her horrid twin sisters, Mia and Ana.
18+ This poem's only aim is to say one word, I know that the very idea may seem absurd.
#acorn .. (think its another one I had deleted) _______ My eyes are the mirror to my soul, If you look you will see my goal. Release me from this torment, Can't you see my intent.
Oh what bitter irony that some will fail to see, When I became a trollish parody of what I want to be.
She spends all day making his life easy Housework done and hours spent making tea.
Gather round and listen carefully I will say this only once, A change of heart I've had, I think I've been a dunce.
Disco drawing to a close, Another scoreless night. Right about now, anything goes, Ketamine doesn't improve your sight. Spy a target through squinting eyes, Edge up and push your luck.
I'm not a follower but I will stand by my love, On her right hand side offering my shoulder. I'd rather be a hammer but will be her nail, Absorbing the blows every time I hold her.
The child still dwells within me, Rarely appearing for anyone to see. He reminds me of my dreams, The future left behind, or so it often seems.