“Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But, since no one was listening, everything must be said again.” – Andre Gide
7th Sep 2024 – It seems a little odd to me that I would have been 25 years old before trying maple syrup but those were different and simpler times.
4th Sep 2024 – A true story, no doubt.
4th Sep 2024 – This marks a return to poetry writing after a period where I became sporadic in output. I got a new notepad – and it was perfect.
Nothing Short
If I was incredibly beautiful
I would be a lure for all my friends
If I was incredibly beautiful
I’d be sure I’d wet my ends
If I was incredibly beautiful
I wouldn’t have to say anything to anyone
If I was nothing short of beautiful
I’d be short of nothing at all
Lost Control
Something came over me
I had to get away
I just can’t explain
How I lost control again
So I must apologise
For bringing all this sorrow
‘Cos somehow I know
I’ll lose control again tomorrow
I Fart
Goddamn I can’t stop farting
Every time I bend over
And my cheeks pull apart
I fart
I’m Not Him
I’m not him
Please don’t dream I am
If the image scares you
Remember who I am
I won’t hurt you
In any shape or form
Remember who I am
I am Shaun
Marie
What is it that has possessed me to chase you?
It took all my courage to come ’round and face you
Something so important made me approach with care
And now that I need you, you didn’t want to be there
Your choice may be wise and you’ll feel no pain
I guess I found it hard to explain
That my feelings ran much deeper than you’d thought
And it was happiness with you that I sought
Different Stance
It’s the same old story
I guess I’ll never learn
Time for a different stance
Time for my turn
But will I recognize the looks
If I was given half a chance
Reckon I’ll spend my days just searching
for that different stance
Back to the Book
Back to you my faithful friend
Something I can turn to near the end
To reflect on all those things I’ve done
To remember them one by one
Some things were happy and others maybe not
But you should be content with what you’ve got
Back to the book to write this script
During another occasion when I tripped
Alec
What in God’s name is the matter with you?
Nothing’s gone right, even from the start
Try to drag yourself up from the dead pool
But you go to bed with murder in your heart
12th Aug 2024 – Guessing the date around this time because I’m also guessing this is connected with my then-girlfriend Cherry whose mother was the worst worrier I ever met and perhaps she passed some of this onto her daughter. Perhaps she was right to worry in the end, as this early-twenties romantic spew exposes and I did not, indeed, want to be with her always.
Cherry’s mum worried so much that she got pulled over by police and cautioned for driving too slow. Twice!
One of Those Days
A murky Monday morning feeling
With a heart rate of less than 10
When your bed seems more appealing
One of those days again
A cloudy clogging atmosphere
Everything looks so grey
What I’d do to be out of here
Start again on a brand new day
Reminder
It’s like I haven’t seen you
For the last million years
I wish I could’ve been you
And seen thru your veil of tears
In my dreams I was you
And saw the way I’d been
I think it’s real because you
Remind me of what I’d seen
Real Friend
I never had a real friend before
Friends usually treat me like shit on the floor
I’d try my best
To keep their interest
But they’d kick me out the door
Somewhere to Play
Has your girlfriend got blonde hair?
And two pools that are deep blue eyes
Or is she someone when you see her
That you just recognize
Would you proudly tell your friends
That you’d love forever and a day
Or when you’re with your friends
Do you tell her to go away
She’ll soon find somewhere else to play
And maybe somewhere to stay
Cry Baby Kid Stick
Go and cry then, to your mother
You listened to their words
You caused a lot of bother
Punishment is incurred
And kid stick a knife in the womb
Which is his world
His only room
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