#pointless poet

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u.n.e.m.p.l.o.y.e.d

They said

Get on your bike

Find a job

No one needs

Another layabout slob

And so I did

Eagerly

Knocking door to door

Day after day

I may as well have been yelling

          “please sir, can I have some more”

The response always the same

          “we regret to let you know”

                 “Sorry, not today”

                       “we wish you the best”

Empty words

Empty wallet

Each door

Slammed in my face

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w.i.n.t.e.r.

Long walks 

Cracked lips

Cold bones

I made tea

Would you like a ginger nut biscuit?

Musty jumpers 

Fabric softener

Crazy mothers

Changed locks 

Changed names 

All our money 

Spent on long trains 

For so many seasons 

You let me love you

Lets huddle for warmth 

Embrace in our eternal winter 

Let me love you

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[p0intless-p0et]

.bad.dreams.

if you don’t like it 

just look away 

close the book 

no ones asking you to stay 

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5.

the words crumble against the back of my throat

Ashes of our sadistic melody

Fall into the depths of my stomach

Fire burns so bright

Then not at all.

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s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e

When the tears fall heavily,

Unapologetically

with no mercy,

Your words do not comfort me,

           Simple idioms and instructions to toughen up

               Grow a thicker skin,

 Only irritate me

There must be a space in this world

For people with soft skins,

Soft touches, soft voices,

                                         Surely?

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l.o.v.e.

You’re not here.

 And everything’s still shit. 

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2.

I’m afraid of being alone with my own thoughts

         Of the ominous black silence that seeps through the cracks in my mind                         when I’m alone

Of the voices that don’t belong to me, scattered across my bemused brain.                              Conspiring against me

Of the rabbit hole I’m lead down when idle pondering tempts me woozily across a twisted path and I find myself lost. Trapped.

Of my own creations seducing me. Torturing me.

Of the un imaginable depths of my own consciousness.

        A void I scream into, and it screams back.

                                                                      –pointless–poet–

[point-less-poet]

The jeans i wore, after a year long break, had egg residue on them. My mothers voice rang through my head, telling me about appereances and how to clean them, and i couldn't help but smile. I never felt so free.