Writings of a Phobophobe.
Move in swishes,
Live on wishes.
We are all different –
Yet somewhat alike.
We all love,
We all fear.
Isn’t it strange we don’t care so much about each other?
Isn’t it ridiculous sometimes we’re afraid of each other?
Before the grave,
After all you gave.
We are all the same,
Yet somewhat different.
Isn’t it stupid to compare riches?
Isn’t it dumb to have made someone’s life difficult?
Blessings are the days living,
That’s all I’m really saying.
Be kind,
Be brave.
Flashing lights,
Trashy vibes.
Watch it you nay-sayers,
Imma’ a nay-slayer.
Guided by light,
I’ll take flight –
To where alleys are tight,
And to where it shines bright
Where exactly?
I’d fly down-under.
Why, don’t mind me?
I’m a neon light hunter.
Sometimes I feel like I forgot
How to cry.
Sometimes all we need is
Someone to pry.
Sometimes I want to rant till
My mouth runs dry.
Sometimes all we need is
That someone to try.
Worn down facade,
Wall paint like feelings — they fade.
Her happiness,
He thwarted.
Her birthday,
He disregarded.
He wrote her a card,
But there was no cake.
He thought long and hard,
And said,
“It’s time to part —
A decision I’ve made.”
She’s scarred,
For 4 years less than a decade.
So dead in her heart,
But alive in her head.
Going double
It spells trouble.
Son of a gun,
They call it fun.
Evil is love
Masked as a dove.
Twisted fate
And undying hate.
Left at the end,
A broken heart to mend.
She only speaks
Of what she fears.
He only seeks
What he wants to hear.
Darkness forgets
Whatever held dear.
Perhaps when the sun rises
It’s when it all turns clear.
Grabbed some gin,
And tobacco by tins.
Going for a spin,
After an awful din.
All I wanted was to win,
Gambling was my only sin.
Lost it all, not even a lint
Left for me, no hopes to pin.
I leapt – all I saw was blue and green,
“Drink like a fish,” says Jim Beam.
Forgetful I am, of yesterday’s dreams
I’m now just a fish without a fin.
Desperate and unable to swim,
Repaying my debt, my life cost a mint.
The last of my grin,
Now gone with the wind.
Realised ’twas a bad call,
Following a bad fall.
Passion walked out the door,
We couldn’t do anything more.
Our love was bald,
There’s nothing else worth fighting for.
Issues on a roll,
We’re on all time low.
I said,
“There’s still some rice on the bowl.”
He said,
“Don’t let the food run cold.”
Now we will go real slow,
But baby, we will reach our goal.
