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These Words Aren't Weapons

Robert Jepson, 25, UK. Unpretentious Poetry.

Second Best Ex - Remastered

24. July 2014

In the town that I live, there’s a bed shop
right next door to a funeral parlour.
What I wouldn’t give
to see the bed shop re-branded ”Laid To Rest”
then the funeral parlour could quote Shakespeare
and be called “Second Best Bed”
See a good nights rest, is best
appreciated by those of us who can wake up.
I don’t think that the owners
of the flowers shop would mind,
business has been booming
since they moved two doors down.
I guess since I left
my dark sense of humour returned
but, I do think of that combination alot
death and beds.
I think it’s from all those times
that I laid next to you in bed
trying to deny, that I felt dead.
I guess I should of slept in a coffin
because being with you was killing me.
I was living in a nightmare
until I woke up to who you were.

I would of caught the sun for her
if it hadn’t got in my eyes
I’d still be stood beside her
if it wasn’t for her lies.

Friends Are Enemies

24. July 2014

I’m pretty sure 
you won’t forget me
because sure as hell
you never got me.
Will you forgive me?
What does it matter now?
Are you still wearing
that furrowed brow?
Still listening to whispers
from forked tongued snakes.
You called them friends,
I called them fakes.
See I didn’t quite fit in
with their little group
not shallow enough
to fit with their little troupe. 
So they succeeded,
in driving a wedge
they drove us to the cliff,
and pushed me off the edge.

Wasted Water

23. July 2014

thesewordsarentweapons:

Now I know your gone
I guess I can say goodbye
I’m assuming when you left
you didn’t want to cry.
But you did.
You always said,
I wished you were her
then why waste your tears
on what we were.
Those tears weren’t wasted.
I know you won’t believe it
but this is true
when we were together
I only thought of you.

Wasted Water

23. July 2014

Now I know your gone
I guess I can say goodbye
I’m assuming when you left
you didn’t want to cry.
But you did.
You always said,
I wished you were her
then why waste your tears
on what we were.
Those tears weren’t wasted.
I know you won’t believe it
but this is true
when we were together
I only thought of you.

There’s still summer tears to cry
another heartbreak in the heat wave.
We can’t stay still in the summer light
and in the warmth of summer nights,
we grow apart.
We’re two flowers searching for the sun
maybe each of us,
just looking for summer fun,
someone to dance with
in the rays
and to waste the days.
We fell so deeply
and love so sweetly
but we also learn,
in the sunshine
we can also burn.

If you were here now

21. July 2014

If you came through the door
and dropped your bag
on the floor.
You would come
and rest on the bed
and on my chest
you’d lay your head.
Would I tell you
how I feel?
say the words
and make thoughts real?
Would I give in
and brush the hair
round your ear
to tell you softly
to sleep deeply
my dear.
See the thing
that always
scares me
is the way
you ensnare me.

6 Words

21. July 2014

Why do I have to hurt?

Some fools are made, some are born

21. July 2014

thesewordsarentweapons:

I can still fell the sharp shards
that splinter my heart
but now I know she’s single
my heart begins to start.
Like a lock shut with rust
the shards dissipate
as they turn to dust.
This is torture, this is torment
I’ve still got her knife in back
I must be a glutton for punishment
because I want her back.
I’ve been single too long
and my self esteem like steam
turned into tears
and ran like a stream.
Staying away
is the best course of action
but she’s got the power
to draw a reaction
I’ll have to remember the bad times
and keep my cool
if I takes her back
I’m more than a fool.

Should I stay or should I go

21. July 2014

thesewordsarentweapons:

Who will be left bereft
when I’m gone
with a hollow chest,
devoid of breath.
Will it be those
that waste my time?
Will it be those
who believe I’m fine?
My eyes are sunken
they see no light
but I was taught
to always fight.

Anger manifests
storm clouds break
thunder roars
what we make.
In a brain
an electric storm
the rage inside
a filthy form
a filthy form
a filthy form
a filthy form.
Written in blood
on glass
easy to smear
unable grasp.
The storm of century
its lasts one day
what was the damage?
its too hard to say.

Should I stay or should I go

20. July 2014

Who will be left bereft
when I’m gone
with a hollow chest,
devoid of breath.
Will it be those
that waste my time?
Will it be those
who believe I’m fine?
My eyes are sunken
they see no light
but I was taught
to always fight.

A wish kept for a rainy day

15. July 2014

Fairies trapped in old bottles
to restore the life in my limbs.

The adventure doesn’t end.

It just begins again.

There’s still time,
still a chance.
Let me wish,
see now the fairy
has been set free,
there’s still a chance
for you and me.

She was

15. July 2014

A passing fancy.
A sweet surprise.

I walk down the streets
and an archway of trees
men in suits
buzz like busy bees
I feel light
beyond belief
a breaking breeze.
Even sad songs
don’t seem so bad
in this light
I feel so glad
a smile
that old friend
I hope it stays til the end.