I like my knives and forks to be tidy
inside the knives and forks drawer.
Organised.
My coffee cups matter too.
Upside down on the shelf
facing the same direction.
Strictly
I never mix my peg colours.
They have to match each other.
These things feel important to me.
Being an adult is much less exciting than I thought it was going to be…
I
“I’m happy”
you say.
I’m pretty happy too…
.
A comfortable silence
is a compliment.
.
Red wine & smoking,
a mellow night with my friend.
Memory lane stalking,
with a Mary-Jane blend.
.
I’m sleeping over,
Iv been run out of home.
It’s the doghouse for me,
My friends spare bed’s on loan.
I can’t shut my mouth,
I have opinions to say.
So I’m back in his bad books,
And sent on my way.
It was nice to catch up with some friends.
Dinner and beers.
A few games of darts.
It was nice when the last one left.
Calm and quiet.
Curling up in bed with my Jem.
It’s nice.
.
An emotional pendulum.
Swings high, and low.
A back and forth rhythm,
has a turbulent flow.
You hear musical laughter,
til a breeze rocks the boat…
And in the blink of an eye,
she’ll rip out your throat.
.
Coffee and a cigarette.
My day begins.
The teenage girl fluffs in front of the mirror,
looking beautiful.
Eyes roll as I tell her so.
The house is falling down around me.
Chaos reigns.
The unemployment line waits for me.
I’ll do that tomorrow.
I wonder what today will bring…
.
Over the hills and far away,
roaming thoughts dance ballet.
A moment spent with simple pleasures…
A smoky room
and chocolate treasures.
.
…I smile at him,
this hard man of mine,
and a light starts to glow in his eyes…
For what lies between us,
fulfilling and deep,
is love…
The most ultimate prize.
.
He blew my nose
and made me cry,
the pain, sharply exquisite.
The day surrendered
to the night,
unmindful of his visit.
Minutes raced and hours flew,
while time was standing still,
we laughed and talked,
and circle walked,
and lined another thrill.
.
We sit here together
our bodies well fed.
No words being spoken,
nil needs to be said.
The silence is peaceful,
there’s a calm in the air,
I’m content to be with you,
I like the time that we share.
.
Chopped liver isn’t happy,
chopped liver isn’t thrilled…
It was meant to be a good time,
enjoyment unfulfilled.
Conversation wasn’t given,
no offer of a beer…
You offered me your company,
but you were clearly insincere.
.
Tired body,
weary soul.
A helping hand
from the old glass bowl…
Forgotten tears.
Rekindled gleam.
Living life,
in a pipe dream.
.
Puffing the day away.
Songs out of tune.
Head in the clouds.
A high afternoon.
Dance around solo.
Skip to no beat.
Wasting the moment.
Smoking a treat.
.
High time flies by
in wasted minutes.
A blur was yesterday.
Today will vanish into air
Tomorrow is already here.
.
Gods gift to the world
demands centre stage.
It has to go his way,
or it’s the highway to rage.
Stamping his feet
he throws his weight round,
giving lectures for hours
he likes hearing his sound.
A well practiced charmer
with the women he chooses,
his affection’s the prize,
it’s his girlfriend who loses.
.
You’re out in my girl-cave
quietly tinkering with your bike.
I’m sitting back on my bed
listening to MaryJane’s non-stop chatter
She really does chat a lot..
And Relaxation is in the air.
I like to go swinging
at the drop of a hat,
flying high through the air
I’m a shed acrobat.
Mary-Jane joins me
we blow smoke to the sky
I like to go swinging
Late at night, getting high.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
You’re nasty to me.
well,
mostly you’re kind
I know your heart’s soft, down deep inside
I like hearing you laugh, we share jokes to and fro
then out of the blue, your anger does blow
I feel so small and scared and weak
whatever I say you class as cheek.
I don’t want to leave cos we’ve been through so much
So I’ll patiently wait til love’s back in your touch…
The best kind of friend
is someone you can sit and swing with
spend hours not speaking a word
and then walk away
feeling as though you just had the best conversation
ever.
It’s a new day and I feel calm.
I sit in bed, surrounded by smoke.
My phone beeps with a good morning text from you.
Surely you don’t expect me to reply.
Smoke f
ills my brain
dulling my senses.
My emotions are null and void.
I’m now able to hear my head speak 
without the interruption from my heart.
Our time has come.
Its been long enough.
A full stop is on standby,
waiting only for my nod.
What keeps stopping me?
Wasted Times. 
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