No I’m not ordering an Americano I don’t want a capp-or-frappucino Don’t offer me a latte or a flat white Unless you’re spoiling for a fight If I ask for coffee, give me coffee Don’t try to question or correct me I mean, how hard can it be? To understand that coffee Means fucking COFFEE! […]
Poems
Delayed Reaction
I delayed my reaction And paid for my inaction The time that I lost Came at the ultimate cost You took my hesitation To be an indication That I had no intentions That I felt no affection Towards you And that was when I truly understood With you there really are no second chances Total […]
Tea
My first love was tea What else could it be? It’s ingrained in me I’m English, you see
Possible song chorus & bridge
You might not be A beauty queen But that don’t mean You’re not beautiful I’ve seen behind Those lonely eyes And deep inside You’re beautiful So don’t let no-one ever tell you that you’re ugly ‘Cus if they can’t see your beauty, then they’re blind Don’t let no-one ever say that you ain’t good […]
Beneath The Blood Moon
She stands Beneath the blood moon Beckoning it To fill her glass With crimson Her victims Kneel before her Their captive souls Bowed in worship As she sips On their essence
The One I’d Been Waiting For
It was reminiscent Of nothing I had ever felt before So new So raw So true So pure Immediately I knew She was the one that I’d been waiting for
Untitled poem – something about love and stuff
Your face is etched behind my eyes Your voice still echoes in my ears Your kiss still lingers on my lips Your touch resides upon my skin I carry you with me Wherever I go Memories I know That I will never let go
Catharsis
Cold steel in my hand Shimmering I flick my thumb across the blade The soft ping reverberates in my ears The edge is keen Ready I need a release I long for catharsis I wield the knife And begin to cut I always find cooking to be so therapeutic
A Vessel For her Desires
I am but a vessel For her desires Captained no longer By my own will Doing only ever As she bids I am hers to use As she sees fit Until she has No further need of me And I simply cease To be
2/3
I may not be The greatest living poet In the world today I may not even be In the top ten But I am living And I am a poet And I guess two out of three Ain’t all that bad
