I Cannot Offer You The Moon On A Platter.

•May 17, 2013 • Leave a Comment

I still will never understand how I can write a love poem when there is no one it is for.

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I cannot offer you the moon on a platter

Or a cup of sunshine for that matter

I am not quite as powerful as that

Considering I struggle when we chat

What I can offer you though

And this on you I will bestow

Is love – honest pure and simple

Every pore, blemish and dimple

I will remember in my mind’s eye

From now till the day that I die

Such beauty only “marks” can make

beauty not hollow and fake

I cannot offer you the moon on a platter

Or a cup of sunshine for that matter

But I will love you

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Hope you enjoy, please feel free to comment.

The Lonely Recluse.

Who Am I Anymore

•April 29, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Who am I anymore

I was once such a happy kid

Not a problem in sight

Making a hard choice bought me to tears

Go to watch the latest Bond film

Or go to the youth club

That was the hard choice

Now

Now I can’t cry

But I am not happy

Just read the rubbish I write

You can tell I’m not

But no one knows

No one suspects

I am not happy

Haven’t been for a while

Can’t express it for shit

Can’t even fucking get up in the morning

What the fuck happened

I was such a happy kid

Once upon a time.

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The Lonely Recluse.

Statistic

•April 28, 2013 • Leave a Comment

I can’t even remember what I wrote this about, proves I should post poems as I write them rather than hoarding them and scheduling a months worth at one time.

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I am just another statistic

Another number in the net

Caught by the hand of society

Trying to ease my pain

Ease my burden

But no

You cannot catch me

I’m the fish that got free

I slipped through the net

I am not a statistic

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Hope you enjoy, please feel free to comment.

The Lonely Recluse.

Sticks and Stones

•April 27, 2013 • 4 Comments

May break my bones, but words will never hurt me. What a load of nonsense that rhyme is, this one is a bit more true

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Sticks and stones MAY break my bones

But words will always hurt me

Who are you trying to fool

With your bullshit rhyme

Of course words hurt

Tear souls apart

While you sit safe

Blind to the agony

Caused by a few little words

Yeah I’m not broken

Physically

But my blood shed

Is on your hands

On your tongue

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Hope you enjoy, please feel free to comment.

The Lonely Recluse.

Relapse

•April 26, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Dear sweet release

The kiss of steel on skin

The cleansing burn

As flesh parts

And allows built up pressure

To escape

In sanguine tears

So gratefully shed

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The Lonely Recluse.

On The Move

•April 25, 2013 • 2 Comments

How I wish this was true.

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On the move again

Running from here to there

Escaping the rat race

Trying to be free

Exploring new things

New places

A breath to be free

Always on the move

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Hope you enjoy, please feel free to comment.

The Lonely Recluse.

Nothing Achieved.

•April 24, 2013 • 4 Comments

Probably yet another poem about feeling like writing so many poems in a month just becomes filling the quota.

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Another box is drawn

Another number is scrawled

Another tick is made

Another quota is filled

Just another step on the road

Another brick in the wall

Another mindless day

Nothing achieved

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Hope you enjoy, please feel free to comment.

The Lonely Recluse.

 
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