i opened the door to my stale heart
and much to my dismay
found there was much
room for improvement
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Don’t be foolish, Jenny!
Don’t be pathetic, Jenny!
Don’t you run away,
‘Cause this is your time!
Don’t be stupid, Jenny!
Don’t be pathetic, Jenny!
Don’t be anything ‘cause this is your life!
Stand at attention,
Straighten the spine,
You are her teacher, so teach her at school
She’s not your problem,
She’s not your life,
So pretend to move on and don’t be a fool
Don’t be pathetic, Jenny!
Don’t be foolish, Jenny!
Don’t be anything ‘cause this is your life!
She doesn’t need you, Jenny,
Stop wasting time,
On loving a child who could never love you
But this little girl…
Is someone special…
…A miracle…
It’s so sad that she doesn’t know
Could I call myself a teacher,
If she…
Fell through the cracks I can see?
This little girl needs,
To be showered with love,
But it won’t come from me…
I can’t meet her needs,
She has found me…
Pathetic… Little me…
Pathetic… Little me…
Pathetic…Little…me…
Pathetic! Little…me…
I am PATHETIC! Little… me…
Pathetic!
Pathetic!
Pathetic!
…Pathetic… Little… Me…
Don’t be foolish Kid!
Don’t be pathetic Kid!
Don’t you run away,
‘Cause this is your time!
Don’t be stupid, Jenny!
Don’t be pathetic, Jenny!
Don’t be anything ‘cause this is your life!
Stand at attention,
Straighten the spine,
You are her teacher, so teach her at school
She’s not your problem,
She’s not in your life,
So pretend to move on and don’t be a fool
Don’t be pathetic, Jenny!
Don’t be foolish, Jenny!
Don’t be anything ‘cause this is your life!
She doesn’t need you, Jenny,
Stop wasting time,
On loving a child who could never love you
But this little girl…
Is someone special…
A miracle…
It’s so sad that she doesn’t know
Could I call myself a teacher,
If she…
Fell through the cracks I can see?
This little girl needs
To be showered with love,
But it won’t come from me…
I can’t meet her needs,
She has found me…
Pathetic… Little me…
I step back as the door closes,
And to you I say, “goodbye.”
I detest cowards who cower at night's darkness,
afraid of shadows and their own demons.
Fear is a thief that steals courage
and leaves only cowardice in its wake.
Be a warrior, not a weakling.
Face your fears,
and let the darkness fuel your lights fire.
Weakness is not an option.
It is fallacious to pretend
we contrive to “become ourselves”
when there’s no one to observe us.
Mere mice with conceits of grandeur
prowling proud like cats in the night -
Hubris holds high its hoary head.
We are ever just whom we are,
we can’t be more and can’t be less
until finally we are not.
The woman next door yells Help me!
She swears like a sailor
Is she insane or that's her game ?
She’s a bloody wailer
Inside my room,”pipe down” I yell
In hall I say, “quiet”
In her room, she yells “Go to Hell”
This hap’s a bloody riot
She screams follies, I get no peace
Full of gall what a whore.
I wish her scornful ways would cease
Her style cruel that’s for sure.
She complains about the food here
The food here I can’t stand
She gripes about service yah hear
Two points she gets ok.
If she does want better treatment
Please do not use trash talk
The staff will so take care of you
Folks who pass her won’t gawk.
False Friend.
Your bull smeared on crystal glass
Comes out of your mouth, out of your ass
Your high society, hold your pinky high
You found the gutter, reaching for the sky
Condescending, patronising, business failure
Buy a jacket from a top-hole tailor.
You can’t buy class it’s all pretence.
Doing things that are complete nonsense.
Making plans, planned never to keep.
Used to control, the peasant sheep.
Paying bills gives the illusion of power
Explaining a clock in an ivory tower.
Imposing your will, expanding control
Speaking words, using a sociopathic drawl
You don’t fool me, I shake my head.
I never listened to a word that you said.
The perfect pair, how clever you are?
And yet you still bought an electric car?
Building a house staying off the grid
Justifying the cost who’re you trying to kid?
David Cox 23/03/24
Maybe I'm pathetic
as I heel by your door
waiting for more
knowing there's not much
of anything in store.
But I would wait for you
forever and a day
I can't take a hint
I'm just not clever
that way.
If I was a millionaire
I buy you the moon
so it could
shine up in the sky
Just for you.
But I don't have that much
I do the best I can do
I wish you would see
my love Is a gift
that I offer to you.
I wish you were a genie
because I have a wish.
I wish my love was
valuable to you.
like a priceless jewel
but I'm afraid
I'm just a fool.
I love you more
than I can express
and I know
that at times I'm a mess
but when you talk to me
I feel blessed.
So please
never give up on me
as I pledge
my fealty to you.
If I lost you
I don't know what I do.
As the weather chooses its flavour for the hour,
Stubble-ended wood shaves itself on the layers of unseen ground.
Synthetic puke seeps through pores seeking to devour
Every tiny, curled hair floating in the murk around and around.
Pool party skies reside a millimeter higher than the tallest fingertip:
Leftovers infect this mass of last meals passed on.
A spindle of cloth runs out with time enough to graze my lip
And still no locks of winter-lived years could sink a single talon
Into the darkest dark of fleeting moments taken from a fork.
Shall this be all that has come from years after that first unscrewed cork?
Naive in my ways,
I always seem to fall for the same "vixen",
You know the type,
Short, thick, fair skinned beauties from the land of milk and honey, that just happen to be in a relationship,
Naive in my ways,
I always seem to fall for her simplistic "deception",
You know the type,
"I love you, I miss you, I never want to lose you", all in a seductive way that send my common sense to sleep,
.
.
.
Pathetic in my old ways,
I always seemed to love her even when she hurt my pride,
Even when it hurt my heart,
I always seemed to let her get away with it.
Plastic for garment hopeful Mc Guyver
Privileged upbringing Mum funded Uni
Drooping arms self described Survivor
Sends selfies working store security
Each week forgot which time we'd set to meet
Busy cuddling cat in his hoarders house
Box obstructed rooms, pet fur pile retreat
Expensive half hour at strip club aroused
Deep thought Duncan sombre long faced hellos
Told off at new job for being morose
Six year psychiatrist compiled his woes
Used a lot of glue trying to make clothes!
Fifty eight, next door mother truest friend
Asserts he's recognised among top ten
31st January
Duncan in denial
What would I want to say,
If I could rant today?
Don't waste your time, okay!
No hard feelings, my way,
No need to be dramatic,
Whinging is pathetic,
Sniveling I ignore, my way,
Ain't misbehaving, anyway,
Don't snivel about chicks.
Off buns, other birds exist!
Overwhelming thoughts pour into my head with every breath that I take.
Maybe if it was a bit more quiet I wouldn’t shut down from every little mess I make.
In time this empty shell gets filled with pity and loathing, for the person that I’ve made.
I know I will lose control one day, and the tears will flow as I finally break.
Declining decades fly, mocking the clocks,
Days dare to drag! Pathetic paradox!
September 12, 2022
PATHETIC IS THE WORD
desparet is the feeling
hurt is the outcome
regret is the thought
have you ever woken up needing affection
the love of a human soul
the bliss full touch of the tormented fingerprints
needing the warm breath of the calming lover
the warm skin on skin body blanket
the smile of pure appreciation of your presence
overall thats what i needed to feel whole again
i messed up and never felt the remose
tip toe regret came creeping in
after a season of laughter and no emotion
tip toe pain came knocking when
the attention left my body and into a different world
tip toe lonliness was just the everyday feeling
of an pathetic heart.
i closed my eyes and rang him once
rang him twice
and "hello" he said
realising how much i missed that voice
i tend to speak my problem
and the coldness of a human who has moved on
simply tells me that im wasting my time and
i cant get him back
pathetic is how i feel.
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