The Shape of You

A withered red rose, saved from a bouquet,
I'm allergic to roses, but I think that's wearing off.

A single cup with two straws.
A ticket to the Apollo Victoria,
"That's Galinda with a Gar",
More ticket stubs, Jimmy Carr this time.

A review for Scar 3D,
An empty space in my bed.
The 11th.
The second series of Green Wing.

A void on my righthandside,
The beep of a text or an msn message,
My cold hands.
Christmas.

These are the things that make the shape of you,
The space that is left when you leave.

Original Draft of Nobody Died, After All

The sun still sets over land and sea.
The wind still blows, the rain still falls
You are no longer in love with me
But nobody died, after all.

The world remains, though I heave a sigh
You heart no longer answers to my call
I can no longer reach you, however I try
Still, nobody died after all.


When I am I and no longer we
When my heart no longer rises but merely falls
When you turn your back to me
A part of me dies after all.

Tragic Limerick

I wish you all the best
though you tore my heart from my chest
and ate it while it was still beating
Metaphorically speaking
And an empty shell's what's left

Nobody Died, After All

The sun still rises
The world still turns
you said you didn't love me any more
and it hurt like acid burns
but nobody died, after all.

I get through the day
Faking a smile
you tore my heart from my chest,
and ate it while it was still beating
Metaphorically speaking
but nobody died, after all.

The moon waxes and wanes
like your love for me
you took away my favourite drug
the world doesn't make sense any more
I think a part of me died, after all.

At the Edge of the Wood

I've never been very good at poetry.  Except comic limericks - I can write those!

Young ladies make their way past me
Over dale and stile
Oh, won't you come and lie with me?
Just for a little while.
It is cold, and I am all alone
You will be my queen on gilded throne
As long as you don't go.

Later now, a colder season
Young men ignore the voice of reason
And urge each other to imbibe more
and more, not knowing what's in store
And when they stumble over me
They'll be scared sober, you wait and see.
I am the bones at the edge of the wood
I waited and called to those who passed
Until those drunken, frightened lads
Freed me from my bed of grass.

Limericks: A Collection

There once was a dino named Tim

Who decided to go to the gym.

He ran for a bit

To try to get fit.

But decided it wasn't for him.

There once was a girl who read too many books

And there were many who told her she would lose her looks

She just rolled her eyes

And said, to their surprise

“You know, I just don’t give a fuck.”

There once was a hedgehog named Jo

Who wanted to learn how to row

She got a small boat

And a waterproof coat

And said, “now how do we make this thing go?”.

The way to win the heart of a fella

Is not to scream or yeller

But to smile demurely

And learn how to curtsey

And giggle beneath an umbrella.

Postcards

I collect postcards
Because my grandad did.
I don't know why he did.
Just that he did.

He collected locations,
Pictures of far away places in black and white.
In his case, places he'd visited.
Perhaps, for the memories.

I collect images of places, too, but in my case,
Not always places I've seen.
I need Brazil, the throb, the thrill,
I've never been there, but someday I will.

That's a promise I make with every postcard.
I collect people, too.
and postcards advertising films.
A musical I've seen, and loved.
That was a gift.Béla Lugosi, who does not drink...wine.
Idina Menzel painted green.
The royal family, such as it is, at the moment.
Historical interest.
One day, it will not be as it is.
The prince will not be the prince, and the heir will not be the heir.

Times change.
But I collect postcards,
Because my grandfather did.