Posted by Rob in Poetry.
Nov
29
2
If you were a colour you’d be red, I guess.
Brightening wherever you are,
Usually.
Having the opposite effect when
you yourself are dark.
People pay attention to you.
If you were a day you’d be Saturday, for the same reasons.
If I found you in my wallet you’d be a
£20 I forgot I had.
Perhaps a photo,
to someone else I know.
To weather you’re sun through
clouds after the rain, even though
you know
it’ll probably rain again.
And you’re a bridge across something that need never
have been bridged. But I don’t mind that.
Jul
25
There was a river where we used to stay
And in the hot summer days we’d go down and play
We’d jump right in, as we’d laugh and shout
Then we’d dry ourselves and sneak back up to the house.
But then one day, when I was twelve
You found us out, and they said it was me
As they always did.
Oh mother, mother look what they’ve done
Can’t let you see what I have become
And now locked in my room I cry and cry
Just because little Tommy jumped in to die?
Oh mother, mother look what they’ve done
Now you’ve found me out.
I was a quiet kid, I’d just lie by our stream
And I’d dream an unreality of what I could be
It was her fault, she came up to me
And I told her to leave, and just let me be.
But she put out her hand, and said she understood
So I hit her from the right with an old plank of wood.
Oh mother, mother look what they’ve done
Don’t let them see what I have become
For when I look at the stars at night
I see nothing more than dots of light
Oh mother, mother look what they’ve done
Now they’ve found me out.
Jul
16
Small town, small dreams
Everything is exactly as it seems
All the time.
What’s your name?
Well how ’bout you
It is probably just the same.
My girl calls says call no more
Always knew she was a melodramatic whore
Just because I kissed her friend
Didn’t even like it
Her smell reminded me of a weekend, long ago
Of a time when I thought being human was waking
And nothing more.
May
18
Once there was a fool who wished
For nothing more than to be famous
To have some power over all
For millions to catch him if he was to fall
The fool, he soars up so high
But no matter how high he flies
The world look to the ground
For above there’s nothing to be found
The fool begins to shout and scream
But below they’re all away in dream
For from the ground so many more
And screams around the corner bore
And so the fool brings to the ground
A mist so thick that all around
Nothing more than blissful white
But to those here it’s normal sight
The fool’s anger grows and grows
And to the ground a rock he throws
And then the people finally see
And from their prison they all flee
The fool looks down and slowly smiles
To realise he has failed his trial
And so when all look to the sky
A crystal clear bright blue sky
And then up on top of the hill
They hear a sound that sends them chills
One man from the crowd of all
Sings softly, broke out from those walls
And so all of the people sing
They sing and look to their new king
And from all around the mist is cleared
And to this day no rock is feared
May
16
There is a man
Standing in the road
I see his face.
I see his face.
There is a man
In the road
And he is facing the wrong way.
There is a man in the road
Way outta town
And if he doesn’t turn round
He’ll be too late to make it
There is a man in the road
In the middle of the night
And if he doesn’t turn soon
He’ll start to think that it’s right
That it’s right.
I stop, and I say
Hey, you better turn around
But he smiles and keeps on walking
The wrong way round.
He is the wrong way around
I’d like to know why
But I don’t have enough fuel
Left
To turn around.
So I
Head into town
Phone up my friends
And we laugh at the crazy bastard
Cause he’ll wind up dead.
May
16
I dream, and what it means to me
To be standing here
Somewhere in between
With my thoughts to myself
And to no one else
As I sing this song
Does it mean I never cry?
And as I feel these things
These human things, in a human way
But with less to say, though it kills me as it’s so
For the thought of you gets me through the day
A little cliched, but hey
So is everything.
I dream, and what it means to me
To be standing here
Somewhere in between
With my thoughts to myself
And to no one else
As I sing this song
Does it mean I never cry?
And I dream of what you mean to me
As we’re lying here
Somewhere in between
With our thoughts all to ourselves.
It’s not perfect, hey, but there’s more to say
As I sing this song
Does it mean we never cry?
Apr
28
Crashing through on my high horse
You’ll watch as I take you with force
You know you want it as it comes
You watch me as the evening runs
Later on, and I’m still talking
I am here, people are rocking
Back and forth I make my way
You all met me here, today
Time passes by, I leave alone
From my high horse I have been thrown
Seconds pass, I climb back up
Ride off again, it’s your good luck
It’s more tragic as I sleep alone
With you beside me, pride outgrown
I don’t know I truly sleep alone
I don’t know why I’ll always be alone
Apr
27
Tony looked in front. There was no bus this time. He found himself looking into the eyes of another person. He smiled for the tiniest moment as he realised he was looking at himself. A giant mirror? He examined his surroundings. Tony was in a tiny box room, with mirrors on all four walls, and certainly no door.
Apr
27
I’ve been in a weird mood today
I had some meeting and bills to pay
But quite frankly I don’t really care
I woke up this morning
Not feeling dead, just tired
And with less feeling in my head
Something was different
And I don’t really know what
I walked to work the usual way
Late fifteen minutes
But I didn’t hurry
It’s odd, I just didn’t seem to care
Walked in the door, someone said “good day”
I said hello, the usual way
And then the boss came in to ask why I was late
I smiled and said I wasn’t feeling so well
He asked if I was OK, and I said yes
Just feeling a little tired today
Then I walked away
Someone said good day, I ignored them
No need to respond today
I’m just not in the mood
And no, there’s nothing wrong
There is nothing wrong with me today
There is nothing wrong, I’m quite OK
There’s nothing wrong
There’s nothing wrong
There’s nothing wrong
There’s nothing wrong
There’s nothing wrong
There’s nothing wrong today
The phone begun to ring and ring
And I let it keep on ringing, ringing
Cause I don’t feel like answering that today
Someone asked if I was OK
And I’d had enough of that question, today
So I just got up, and walked away
So here I am
Here in bed
It’s 2pm
And I’m back in bed
Quite frankly
I don’t really care
I don’t care
I left work six hours too soon
I don’t care
That this song doesn’t really have much tune
I really just don’t care
But there’s nothing with me today
There is nothing wrong, I’m quite OK
There’s nothing wrong
There’s nothing wrong
There’s nothing wrong
There’s nothing wrong
There’s nothing wrong
There’s nothing wrong today
I suppose tomorrow will be another day
I don’t care, I suppose I will then
That day
But there is nothing wrong
Nothing wrong, today
Apr
26
Tony looked around him. At first everything was a blur, a swirl of darkness, but he soon realised where he was. No, it couldn’t be?? The stone street name a few metres to his left confirmed: He was back in Ness Drive, his street. Things were quiet; silent. For some reason all the street lights were now out, only the illumination of moonlight gave some vision. He stood motionless as droplets of rain continued to splash off his mullet like hair.