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Thoughts of Love. A poem.

Laidback DM

Bury those thoughts of love They are not for you She is blind to you Not even hallucination Or an oasis mirage You are the poltergeist Invisible in the room Ever-present and in pain Locked into an endless cycle Of feeble-mindedness And lonely, wanton disdain So stop your wishing Stop your dreaming Curl yourself up in a foetal ball And lose yourself in dank despair Let the black dog by your side Drag you down into the oily darkness Grinning as he does His teeth gripping tightly on your vacant heart Bury those thoughts of love Because she is not … Continue reading Thoughts of Love. A poem.

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The Loneliness of Being

Laidback DM

So what is life when you’re alone? Many might say life is what you make it: that if you’re alone you make the best of the situation. But for others being alone is a wasteland that sucks the essence of their soul and leaves them a withered husk. Unfortunately, I fall into that category. It’s not that I don’t have friends. I have a handful I can turn to in times of need, but the problem with having so few true friends is I hate to burden them too often. There is one person that I long to have in … Continue reading The Loneliness of Being

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Ignorance Is This. A poem.

Laidback DM

I ignore her when she’s near Easier to build walls of insecurity Defences built on shyness and rejection fears So I talk to other women Because I do not care for them I pretend she isn’t there Why am I so unfair (to myself, to her) I wonder if she ever wonders why? Guess not, I’m just some other guy Who she connected with briefly Forgotten in the landscape of friends, work, uni Here I am: isolated, cold, stalled Wondering why I can’t talk to her at all Yet I hope and pray That she might love me one day Why do I … Continue reading Ignorance Is This. A poem.

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Needs and Wants. A poem.

Laidback DM

I would put up with Arguments like multiple car crashes Complaints about cash flow shortfalls All the poor self esteem moments and unlikely excuses The never-ending dog hair on clothes That-time-of-the-month obtuseness Late night extended phone calls with girlfriends Every time she says “do I look big in this?” Burnt dinners and replacement take out food Bohemian folk music turned up to 11 Unscrewed toothpaste caps and long hairs in the sink Enduring chick flick Saturday nights Smelly laundry covering the floor Every quirky new age hippie sensibility An opinion on everything that’s often far from mine If she needed … Continue reading Needs and Wants. A poem.