Poetry that rhymes


I hope you dance

I hope you dance

Around the kitchen in your pants

All smiles and proper belly laughter

Then start again just after you stopped

I hope you flop down on the floor

And create something with complete furore

Then share it with the world or no one

I hope you cry in the open

And still say I don’t know why when you don’t

Then look in someone’s eyes for their kindness

And find it

I hope your blindness to socio economic backgrounds remains

When you make friends

I hope the first three best friends you made at nursery stay in your life

Not as potential wives but as your sisters that you love accordingly

I hope your silliness remains in tact

I hope you still want to be a dad

because at five you proudly tell people that’s what you want to be when you grow up

I hope you listen to your intuition and trust what you know to be true

Not some tech bro with an agenda

I hope you remember the opposite of love is

Fear

I hope you see the journey is the thing

And along the way

I hope you never feel so lost or alone

That you forget where home is

Fuck Off

Fuck off is a complete sentence
Fuck off is the OG
you tell me to get lost
I’ll say fuck off and be happy
Fuck off can be quite chippy
Fuck off can be quite loud
If you’ve got one thing more to say
fuck off won’t let you down
You can say fuck off to strangers
you can say fuck off to friends
you can also say fuck off to tables, toes, toothpaste or ex boyfriends
Fuck you fuck that or fuck this often just don’t seem to cut it
You can always count on fuck off though
fuck off has got it covered
You can have fuck off as main course
or you can have it as a starter
Fuck off will push through gritted teeth
Fuck off goes great with laughter
Fuck off is my homeboy
I’m fuck off till I die
If there’s nothing left for me to say
I’ll fuck off now

goodbye

Modern love

Teach me how to love you

A motherless child

Doesn’t know right

From toxic

And I want it returned

But do I have to earn it?

Do I have to play a game

To get and give the way

It is

Or should be?

Is being me

Enough?

Do you get a say in the love that suits

Or does it choose you

Or us?

Is there a lesson I can take

To teach me how to make it

Ignite?

Or do I keep guessing

And stressing

Till I get it right?

And if I fuck this up

Because I don’t know

How to love

Would you stay?

Or leave and say

Its not enough?

BFF

You want the world to end

Each time I open my mouth

You want fireworks

The earth to burn

My face to swell

Deep in a hellish

Feeling

Emotionally bleeding

On your floor

Before your eyes

That’s your secret

High

You thrive

Off my dependency

And the intensity

I don’t think you really

Want what’s best for me

Because you’re bored

When I’m happy