More bloody misery!

Those of a disposition that (quite rightly) renders them pissed-off with maudlin self-pity and gratuitous self indulgence of the 'woe is me kind', please look away now.

I tried,I really tried to do uplifting, or happy, or beautiful but as soon as I looked at the myriad poetry skies of opportunity they turned black and it pissed down. Three times I tried and failed.I even tried using my imagination but that's like using a bottle opener to bake bread.

Anyways IT'S POETRY BUS TIME!! And there will be nicer and better poems by other passengers
HERE

And If YOU haven't already done so BUY THE POETRY BUS MAG it's bloody brilliant and stocks are running low.


Here's my tickets for Enchanted Oaks bus. Don't read them all, just browse and put something vague in the comments, in fact don't read any of them, go and do something more interesting. Or visit the other passengers.

I am

Broken.

Not fragile,

what doesn’t kill you,

makes you die a little each time.

Sheltered but homeless.

Worthless.

The entirety of my experience.

Not the worst person I could be.

Rich enough to break no law,

Poor enough

To appreciate it.

Wise enough

to know the luxury

of choice.

Lacking in confidence.

Suspicious of certainty.

Unforgiving.

In forgiveness.

Able to cry

At the drop of a hat

But not the dropping

Of a bomb

A husband.

A Father.

A Son.

A Brother.

Unqualified.

Running out,

but not out,

of time

A dreamer still.

A survivor so far.

A rebel by answer.

Inadequate by question.

My own best friend.

And worse enemy.

Angry, bitter, twisted,

fearful, hopeful, desperate,

vicious, cruel, unkind,

kind ,gentle, loving.

A new song everyday.

I was

A child.

Unsure.

Unsteady.

Forever young.

Unsung.

Unready.

Unable.

Wasted.

I will be

Someone.

Something.

Someday.

So what

If not ?

(I told you not to read!But look here, if you must, I even started with a happy title, it didn't work.!)

Beautiful Day.

On a day like this,

Snowed-in .

Music floated snowflake-light

Bathed low in winter sun

nurtured warmth, held only love

This big world bright,

shiny-faced skittered

seeds on thawed darkest soil

They painted the blank canvas

And I spattered blood

Crimson cries to earthly hell

Became what I feared

Broke bones like promises

Heard the strings the chorus

My hardened heart a fist

I could kill, I nearly did

this haunts me now

Broken ghosts remember shadows

Seeking the light where I try to shine.

(And this one!! I actually really like our town!)

Our Town

This is the peaceful town

talking up the strangers hand

local garbage round the back

The rats know the craic

Christmas lights line the way

Twinkle tears for

Madtroplis hell

This your day

This our town

Feet grind the pavements

Jaws drop the goss

Dish the dirt

Dirty laundry in public spaces

Dirty dishes in the sink

From last nights Indian

Drizzling rains grease the streets

Greasy tea greasy tills

In the cafes of the lost the lonely

Darkness comes early

To our town