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I fucking hate this time of year What do you even get people for Christmas? All we need is cash - You're all getting fluffy socks

Bottle tops Plastic bags Anything that moves Paper towels Big meows They’ll scurry across the rooms Terrible twos A pair of them In your favourite shoes Curtains are an obstacle course The fish tank is a pool In the bath Out the bath Why are they so loud? Up the stairs then down the stairs They’ll scratch the chair every hour Lick your face and smell your hair Wiggling toes are prey On your back with claws and that In every inch of your skin You’re waking up and then driftin

When you tell your cat that You will be home soon And to be a good boy While you’re at work He’s planning something You can see it in his eyes & you know what cats are like As soon as the doors closed He magically gets thumbs Then He opens the fridge & Drinks all the milk I know it’s a Cravendale advert But what you don’t know Is it’s also a short documentary & that footage is real Call me a conspiracy theorist But there was a reason why the Egyptians worshipped cats…. The py

What is the latest time That you should drink a coffee Without it messing with your sleep? Because I am knackered All day & all night Perhaps I should start injecting Caffeine Into my veins

I think it came from paganism But I’m not really sure... When you try to find something That you’re looking for Place a butterknife down On the floor and spin The missing item should be found Please don’t give in... Where the knife points Follow it and see Hopefully you’ll find the item Where the butterknife Said it would be...

Suns out Fun’s out Complaints in Complaining Too hot Too cold When the weather changes The Brits will fold The new thing to talk about Find a reason to put it off BBQ pics on Facebook Tan lines that they’re ashamed of Anything for a conversation starter Anything for a bit of work banter Look at my red skin We are all the same Coming round for a bevvy in the sun later Jane?

I only really eat fish and chips with my Nan It just tastes better I’m not sure if it’s because She knows the best places or if it’s because We are comfortable in each other’s company But... It just tastes better Murmured ‘mms’ and munching Tucking into the fish Sharing a portion in half With wooden forks that double as knives She pours on the vinegar Leaving me extra scraps of batter I leave her the bigger chips Taking the smaller crunchy bits We have a system Rating the fr

It’s Boxing Day… What’s the address for the ring? Should have got boxing gloves For Christmas Day Don’t you think? What’s with the name? Who’s up for a fight? Today I’ll punch your lights out I’ll punch you with all my might You’re all easy targets Last night on the booze… I’ve been stood ready all morning… But you’re all still having a snooze

Why am I so worried about This poetry book being perfect? Giving birth to something is the Messiest, bloodiest most tiring & exhausting act one could ever face Yet we don’t get put off by this When you think of what the rewards are

Why do people celebrate getting older? One year closer to death And you’re eating cake Opening gifts that will collect dust Things that your materialistic ass Does not need… A text message here and there From so called friends who drop in once a year… Happy birthday Handwritten envelopes containing cards that will just Get thrown… But you throw away the wrong things Handwriting is like a fingerprint… Holds a lot more love and energy I’ll always sit and analyse each letter For

Treat others how you wish to be treated & be kind Tell the people Close to you How much you care & how much you love & miss them Remember what their favourite things are & when they come round for a cuppa Make it to perfection Make it with love Hand it to them with a smile And offer them a packet Of their favourite biscuits Take them out for lunch & cover the costs Once Twice Three times If you can Because they might be struggling Call them out the blue And ask if there’s any

Don't you hate having a cold Sat there feeling sorry for yourself   The sitting makes you start thinking Between open-mouthed breaths and little sniffles To stop the drop from dripping   Crumpled up tissues that are stuck together with snot A little timeline of your cold Some a translucent glaze Others mixed with yellow and green chunks And that one... Well what colour even is that?   You think about all those times You could breathe properly And took it for granted...   Next

Autumn is my favourite season Coffee in the rain Surrounded by the leaves & a cold breeze again One cat on your lap & One at your feet Before you know it You’ve all fallen asleep Despite lacking vitamins C & D Everything else just seems so complete

Hours feel like days And days feel like weeks And little snippets of memories come back and the tears come in waves We had good times and bad times and great walks in nature We had jam practises in make-believe bands and we saved cakes for later We laughed and we cried And spoke about the government And their divides I’m surprised That your Facebook account is still up From the amount of shit that you wrote Because you didn’t give a fuck And I’ve inherited that side… Raw, hon

Sniffles while sat opposite… Is it a breakup He is mostly still Fairly calm With the occasional tap Of his cream trainers She hides behind her Glasses, Hair, Coffee mug Still sniffling I can’t help but wonder Why she is crying They talk in hushed tones Directed at one another Bouncing back & forth Tucked away in a corner I notice there are no tissues or napkins On their table. But I am armed With 7 packets precisely Of super soft boots own brand Tissues Left over from my fath

Why do people See me writing Or reading In complete silence & choose to sit Near or next to me? They then proceed to make The loudest noise Humanely possible I’m sick of you & your packet of crisps Fuck off

Today I’ve felt empty & numb But before I lower the tone It’s been nice Hardly spoke to anyone Just chilled Just good vibes Sometimes you need a bit of quiet time... Shut off the chatters in your mind Turn off music and distractions Just feel and hear What’s around Your head is silent For the first time in months And it feels really good When the negative comments Just get turned off Factory reset Fuck the lot

Therapy was cool today I’ve started a list of things That we can discuss There’s like 5 or 6 things on there And it gets updated weekly So The session started I brought up the first thing On the list We discussed that one thing For an hour Then the session ended I guess I need more help Then I initially realised Shit Haha Fuck

Poetry is an escape The sound of my breathing And the pen Dotting the i’s and crossing the t’s Then joining my y’s and g’s Messy but kind of neat Loosely described as calligraphy on heat A license to write I guess I’m uninsured Claiming that my soul is off the road Claiming that it’s sorned I’ll go for a drive And The thought police arrive Claiming they know the details of what’s inside of my mind They can try to seize my pen Voice And rhymes But when you need to write Don’t

like little rivers flowing d o w n my long legs curving round my curves and back again to do a double take of my own body’s breath taking beauty ~