A girl band called the antidepressants/ the neurotransmitters
There's Melatonin (sleepy spice)
and Serotonin (happy spice)
The Dopamine ( Dopey spice)
Psylocibin (naughty spice)
About being alive
A girl band called the antidepressants/ the neurotransmitters
There's Melatonin (sleepy spice)
and Serotonin (happy spice)
The Dopamine ( Dopey spice)
Psylocibin (naughty spice)
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Micky was a big fish
A prize fighting man
He lived in a pub called the Bell
When he used to ring it
You knew there would be Hell
Oh everyone wanted a piece of Micky
Yes he's gonna keep fighting
Till that last bell tolls
And rings time on his fight
Some days he was fighting other people
But it was himself that he fought at night
Cut off an ear
Or swing to the right
But he was a southpaw
In almost every fight
You can call him the devil
Or maybe he carried the light
But everyone wants a piece of Micky
Now that he is aging
Who will hold his spoon?
Who is it will collect his mail?
When he came out yes his body was broken
But still he fought on till the final curtain
Everyone wanted a piece of Micky
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Seven tomorrows
Are in my soul
Heated the sorrow
The bones of coal
Seven tomorrows
Count them all
One more I must borrow
Before I fall
I wait in the hollow
To hear your voice
Coming down the glen
As if it's your choice
To meet me in the woods
Where we'll live a life in green
But my seven tomorrows
What do they all mean?
I'm given this time
Is it on reprieve?
Am I criminal
Who must hold
My life out on leave
Away from the prison
Where the sun holds the key
Who only unlocks the bars
For me to believe in thee
Seven tomorrows
For my seven sins
One: I heard the cock crow
And followed her in
Two: I wanted more from her
Than I had to begin
Three: I turned black in mood
And turned her away
Four: the green eyed monster stood in my door
Five: I only wanted her
Six: I only ever wanted more
Seven: I lay in bed dreaming of her skin
When the judge comes tomorrow
Will he hang me or turn me loose?
Will the jury be holding the noose?
Will my seven tomorrows lead to her door?
Or will my trials end to come again no more?
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Hold on, hold on, hold on tight to the mast
This ship is going down in the gale
So look out, look out, look out for the whale
This ship is going down in the gale
Hold on, hold on, hold on tight to the mast
This ship is going down in the gale
Hear the battering, the battering of the whale to stern
This ship is going down fast in the gale
Yes stand up, stand up, stand up on the crow's nest
Spy , oh spy out the whale
and cry out to the stars above
This ship is going down in the gale
Captain Ahab he looked out up at the stars
He forecast some hail
He hammered his gold penny to the mast
And said men now catch me that whale
So look out, look out, look out for the whale
Hold on, hold on, hold on tight to the mast
Scan oh scan, oh scan the horizon above
For this ship ain't going down in the gale
So look out, look out, look out to the stars above
Let them guide us to the whale
Oh tell me, tell me, tell the path of the dove
With a twig of olive as its mail
So look out, look out, look out to the stars above
And tell me how they guide you to the whale
Hold on, hold on, hold on tight to the mast
this ship, it ain't going down in the gale
this ship, it ain't going down in the gale
this ship, it ain't going down in the gale
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
There's a fire in the blood
And it's breaking free
There's these wires in the flood
Standing up for trees
For they've been burnt to a crisp
Like willow the wisp
When you tried to love me
In your way
But you're a dragon
Fallen off the wagon
Breathing fire
All day
I can't see straight every tree
Is flaming
And it's just that it's
Wherever your breath is aiming
I only want peace in the valley
And to consider the lily
But you see strange paths
Keep befalling me
Because I'm like a moth
I'm attracted to the light
And in the Winter I need to sit by firelight
But I realize now,
I've slaughtered the sacred cow
Of friendship
Cos what I think I want
Isn't what I need
It's not a fire pill
But a water tablet seed
So that's what's on the bill
It's not a never ending cycle of greed
I need to step back and cut off
from the fire creed
I've had it with chasing dragons
I don't know how to beat them
And it is always I who's defeated by them
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I just throw down the mantel of adulthood
When I remember the way
We used to be
When you were my brother
And we would run and play games in the street
I wish that I had been able to love you
Better than I have loved you since
But then the river ran through our childhood
And it was too late for our separate streams
To meet
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Waking up in old Eldorado
To find you standing in my room
Waking up in Old Eldorado
And I want to dance with you neath the moon
Oh Eldorado the city of gold
But not until it got sold
Eldorado was a silver slice of the moon
And I remember a piece of me
Like a sliver that fell free
When you said you'd dance with me
In Eldorado
Oh and we have nothing to lose
Just our tangled lives
And these homesick blues
Well if you'll follow me
I'll follow you
And we can both dance neath
Eldorado's moon
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.