tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68878565556782849952024-03-08T03:07:41.547-08:00Morgan SwashMorgan Swashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09665169882705407614noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887856555678284995.post-22082662107499316672010-11-15T09:11:00.000-08:002010-11-15T09:11:07.015-08:00What makes me angry<div class="MsoNormal">I’d forgotten what made me angry.</div><div class="MsoNormal">It was the apathy and smugness</div><div class="MsoNormal">The intelligence and the stress</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">It was the two-sidedness </div><div class="MsoNormal">The politeness</div><div class="MsoNormal">And the political centrists</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">It was the fucking fence</div><div class="MsoNormal">The insecurity </div><div class="MsoNormal">And the stupid defensiveness</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">It was all those categories </div><div class="MsoNormal">The nothingness </div><div class="MsoNormal">And the flirty superficial love </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">It was the procrastination </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 136.5pt;">The long words</div><div class="MsoNormal">And the fleeting vertigo </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">All this and none of it </div><div class="MsoNormal">That’s what made me angry.</div><div class="MsoNormal">I’d forgotten and didn’t see it coming. <br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /> <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /> <!--[endif]--></div><div class="MsoNormal">Now I’m floored staring up at the world</div><div class="MsoNormal">Bloodied nose and eye blue going black. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Sky spinning and falling</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I thought it had gone </div><div class="MsoNormal">But I’d just turned my back </div><div class="MsoNormal">Let it go on without me</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">It’s good to be back.</div><div class="MsoNormal">I’ve got a whole lot of work to do.</div>Morgan Swashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09665169882705407614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887856555678284995.post-16482078031890748432010-09-29T05:50:00.001-07:002010-09-29T05:50:45.738-07:00A lesson learnedThe one person who listened,<br />
isn't listening any more.<br />
<br />
The one person who cared,<br />
doesn't care any more.<br />
<br />
The one person from whom I took so much,<br />
isn't giving any more.<br />
<br />
And it takes a while to get used to that.<br />
<br />
This new world.<br />
<br />
This frightening world.<br />
<br />
In which I'm not as assured<br />
as I once was<br />
<br />
In which I'm not as happy<br />
as I once was<br />
<br />
In which I'm not as stable<br />
as I once was<br />
<br />
I thought I'd be more exciting, more outgoing,<br />
just as carefree, just as sure.<br />
<br />
That's the truth.<br />
<br />
But I never realised how much of me<br />
was built on you.<br />
<br />
Built on your comradeship and trust,<br />
your ear and word.<br />
<br />
Now I know.<br />
<br />
Now I know.<br />
<br />
And it's a hard lesson to learn,<br />
that I can tell you.<br />
<br />
It's a very hard lesson to learn.<br />
<br />
It's a lesson so hard that<br />
I don't feel I'll ever stop learning it,<br />
that I'll ever grow out of this pain,<br />
that I'll ever move on.<br />
<br />
That's a hard lesson to learn.<br />
<br />
And it’s one that I know was my fault.<br />
One that I know I could have avoided.<br />
<br />
But how was I to know that then.<br />
<br />
I could have known it.<br />
A better man would have known it.<br />
<br />
But I didn't.<br />
<br />
And for that, it seems<br />
I must tear myself to pieces,<br />
and write these frenzied words<br />
<br />
So that I never forget.<br />
<br />
So that in the future I can say,<br />
this is a lesson that I've learned,<br />
it's not one that I need to learn again.Morgan Swashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09665169882705407614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887856555678284995.post-71077424988292246292010-09-29T05:48:00.001-07:002010-09-29T05:48:42.870-07:00Now lost,<div class="MsoNormal">Words trickle and yet don’t run</div><div class="MsoNormal">Frozen in the moment’s breeze</div><div class="MsoNormal">Another turn wasted and done</div><div class="MsoNormal">Searching for the suited keys</div><div class="MsoNormal">Sit. Watch time pass again</div><div class="MsoNormal">Pressure? Until dawn maybe.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Breathe and wait until then</div><div class="MsoNormal">Eyes blurred, tears cold</div><div class="MsoNormal">Talking’s not wanted here</div><div class="MsoNormal">Stories bored already told</div><div class="MsoNormal">Clutching nothing but fear</div><div class="MsoNormal">I can’t play, I never learned</div><div class="MsoNormal">Not picked, never hurt</div><div class="MsoNormal">Now lost, </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>Morgan Swashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09665169882705407614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887856555678284995.post-64641625247178148602010-08-19T03:23:00.000-07:002010-08-28T09:53:58.300-07:00On Spades and PillsThe tapping of this keyboard reassures me that I have something to say, <br />
<br />
When I know that beneath the layers of my decaying persona<br />
<br />
Lies nothing but a confused anaesthetized pain. <br />
<br />
And yet I go on, digging deeper, scratching away<br />
<br />
at the surface, hoping to reveal some answer, some fate. <br />
<br />
But the spade never hits stone, never reaches solid ground.<br />
<br />
I am baseless, without foundation.<br />
<br />
The digging will never end.<br />
<br />
I must blunt the blade.<br />
<br />
I must take the pill. Morgan Swashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09665169882705407614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887856555678284995.post-69704857646744307792010-08-04T05:27:00.000-07:002010-08-04T05:27:37.538-07:00The Paddlesworth BluesI stood alone at the door of dawn<br />
Staring into the dark unkown<br />
Wondering whether to fall<br />
or to call<br />
so sick of it all.<br />
<br />
Seventeen years of life, love and shit<br />
A life-time of hurt,<br />
wallowed and spun <br />
With four more to come<br />
till I'm dead and done.<br />
<br />
Relentless oncoming, train of fate<br />
Tracks carved into my soul<br />
Window pain unable to quell<br />
As we pulll into hell <br />
the Paddlesworth cellMorgan Swashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09665169882705407614noreply@blogger.com1