Limbo

I’ve been trapped in Limbo
For a while now, for a while now
The lights are pretty dim, low.
And it’s a bit colder somehow

I’ve been trapped in Limbo
But it’s okay, but it’s okay
It’s not exactly grim, though –
The skies a little grey.

And – I live in the North, I know.
So you’d think I’d be alright.
But there’s something about Limbo
There’s something in the light

It doesn’t feel like a light should.
I still see it – crystal clear and all
It glistens, like a varnished wood.
But it doesn’t shine, it falls.

Like a necessity, like a dead weight
I’ve been trapped in Limbo
Where I don’t occur, I wait.
And the seconds are so slim, slow.

Video-groan

HAIKU OF THE DAY

NEW FEATURE: Where, when I am not writing poems I will write lazy Haikus EVERY DAY for the rest of my life. Until I get old. And shakey. Aw.


I'm hungrier now.
Since I gave up on being
A massive cake whore.

DON'T MIND ME

Caput Mortuum

I care not for the manner in
Which I retrieve my Anadin
But I require Aspirin
I dare not ever grasp the gin

That did this to my head again
That killed dignity dead like when
I chose to rap to Eminem
Whilst chasing wine with M&Ms

My music blog

I sometimes write about musical things. Often that thing is music.

Scissorsinthejukebox.blogspot.com

I've been awful with all these plugs today. I should call an electrician.

I should also write funnier jokes.

Things that don't happen often

My name on a poster. A poster with squirrels on.

Come on down, folks! It'll be a lark probably. We all love a good lark

Borderline

I sometimes think I’m borderline.
But don’t say that out loud
‘Cause talk like that makes chairs recline
Soft mumbles in the crowd

I sometimes think I’m borderline
But don’t look at me like that
Or think I’m slurping Bourdeux wine
That’s not the point I’m at.

I didn’t mean that I was borderline
Insane, ‘cause that’s a bit dramatic
I’m bored of life. I’m bored of mine.
So more - borderline erratic.

This isn’t my tragic decline
More like a tragic stumble
It’s not even technically a whine
More like a blasé grumble.

I sometimes think I’m borderline
And people jump up in a floozy
But that doesn’t mean that I’m not fine
It just means I’m a bit choosy.