The farmer sat at his table and cried for his invisible wife
But no one knew he was married
No one knew of this gentle life
They thought he was a single man
He shouted about how his relationship ended
He loved to frolic with his chums
And the freedom he defended
His family had no idea
They thought he was alone
He went into the other room
When he answered the phone
His wife at first she didn’t mind
Until they had their baby
And she realised no one knew of them
As he flirted with ladies daily
Suddenly she started to fade
Her skin became translucent
Her voice muted to a whisper
Her soul became distant
Until one day she disappeared
Left the farmer and their baby
Never to return again
This secret invisible lady
Category: Selfish
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Alone wilting wonder
Clouds mask the sky
Foraging for crumbs
Left by the eye
Sacrificing so much
For someone so cold
So close to the edge
Without much to hold
Ideals aren’t a promise
Wishes don’t come true
Without solid plans
Emptiness seeps through
The loss for the future
Has started to creep
The aching is beyond joy
The pain runs deep -
What do two beings do when their worlds no longer meet?
Do they try to bring their worlds together?
Or do they simply drift apart?
What does one being do watching the other float away?
Try to keep them close?
Or wave them on their way?
Keep yourself busy
Whatever will be will be
For as long as it’s meant to be
We cannot control the universe
We cannot control our hearts
We cannot control others freedom
Just as we cannot control their farts -
Bad Luck comes in 3’s
They weren’t half wrong
A baby, a husband and a future
In the blink of an eye all gone
What did I do?
What don’t I understand?
Why can’t I see
How awful I am?
I’ve been called
All the names under the sun
I’ve been abandoned
At my weakest point
Yet in silence I stay
Smiling with everyone
Shutting down
I get weaker
Reaching out
It gets darker
Is this the love
That we’re looking for?
What did I do?
What don’t I understand?
Why can’t I see
How awful I am?
What did I do?
What don’t I understand?
… I must be so awful
Why can’t I see
How awful I am?… -
I’m struggling today my love
I’m struggling with grief
Somehow the future slipped from us
Was it something we did?
An April fools trick?
Or is this a test from beyond us?
It seems really silly
To be this upset
But something has changed within me
A switch has been flicked
Time has ticked
And now somehow I feel empty
I know deep down it’s for the best
We weren’t quite ready
And now we can plan a bit better
Not carried by the storm
All fuzzy and warm
We can prepare, go slow and steady
I hope you’re ok
And not feeling too strange
With this brief whirlwind we got caught in
I’ll finish my letter
Catch ya later patata
Sending kisses a million
x x x -
What is a team?
Not this, we say. Not this.
You want to talk my dear?
Wait for the child to sleep, can we?
Oh! You’re more important?!
[She breathes, her heart dead weight]
A single male in the wild can never be trusted, for he will kill the cubs for his gain
How human are we?
Not much, I say. Not much.
There’s not much to say my dear
Actions speak louder than words, it seems.
Oh! I guess this isn’t important!
[She breathes, her heart more weight than gold]
A mother will never feel bad for sacrificing a man for the welfare and love of her child.
How human are we?
We are mothers! Regardless of species.
We are women.
We are what it means to be humane.
Something a man may never truly understand… -
There was a girl with bright blue eyes
Who lived behind thick glass
Watching the world from her window
Enjoying the moments that passed
The sun shone in and warmed her core
The rain would never reach her
Protected by this transparent sheet
She was such a gentle creature
Then one day along came a boy
He reached into the glass
He took one look and held her hand
They fell in love quite fast
But the boy lived in the outside world
Not behind this pane
So each day he would return home
Leaving the girl in pain
She would sob for hours clutching her heart
Behind the glass wall that protects her
It silenced both sides very well
So sadly no one could hear her
Each day he’d come step into the glass
Share a warm embrace
Each night he’d leave end with a kiss
Delicately placed on her face
Back through the glass the boy would go
Continue on with his life
Whilst each time he left her fear would grow
Her heart riddled with strife
They started to quarrel the girl and boy
Their moments no longer gentle
Until one day they just had enough
On parting they decided to settle
Sat in her window the girl looked on
Watching the world go by
Back to his life the boy did go
Never hearing her cry -
In Ravenscourt Park there was an old man
Who lived in an alabaster cave
Each morning he’d eat Bitterness on Toast
Then for work he would leave
With his glass jar tucked under his arm
Hobbling through the streets
Waiting for the moment tension would strike
To gather his bittersweet treat
Throughout the day he’d fill his jar
Revelling in its growing weight
Daydreaming the joy of getting home
To eat his sandwich filled with hate
To sit at the table with his favourite plate
And fill his belly full of misery
Then off to bed he’d take himself
Where he would dream of history
The dreams weren’t much different
From the days that he had
Except for the ring on his finger
And the smile that greeted him at the door
But the bitterness it did linger
While he ate his sandwich filled with hate
His wife ate strawberry jam
Too sweet was the taste of her lips
It angered the little old man
Night after night he’d dream of those lips
A never ending cycle of torment
Waking up to the brim with anxiety
Ready for a day of resentment -
There’s a family of rats
That live down the road
They live on the water
On a cluttered boat
I visit them sometimes
Give them some food
Amuse the mother
Play with her brood
I feel so much better, slumming with the rats
It keeps be grounded, while I saunt the fat cats
The rich ladies in their white houses
Their clean space without mouses
Slumming with the rats
Playing some guitar
Drinking some wine
Laughing haha
Sometimes they come a little too close
Forgetting they’re rats
And I’m the noble host
So shoo them I must
Put them back in place
For a rat has no place within my space
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