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It's raining again
And we're not talking some kind of metaphorical rain That's representing painOr the bad timesThat are clearly on their wayIt's literally pouring down outsideI can already feel a cold coming on as a result And my socks are wetBecauseAnother pair of shoes are falling apart on me againBut I guess that's my faultAs I boughtWhat I thought Was the ethical choice No sweat shopsNo leather And hardly a betterLevel of qualityAnd my head is hurting againAnd we're not talking the kinda headaches that passwith a glass of water that oughta sort myshit right out with a few tablets to set me on my wayWe're talking headache of doom kinda shit YaaaayAnd I'm seeing the word cancelled againBe it my favourite tv showOr my last train homeAll I truly know is that it is hands downThe most frustrating word in my lifeBut it's alrightBecause in the brightest daysAnd in the darkest nightsYou are a celestial light That reminds me that life Is more than worth the fight So I try to igniteThe fire you put deep down inside Of meThe fire that makes me want to succeedThe fireThat inspiresAll of my poetryThe fire that makes me want to be better than I could ever hope to be And thenVictoryI finally made it home Whatsapp you from my phoneTell you I had the greatest dayAnd I can't wait to see you again soonGet myself up into bedPick up my 360 pad And thenThe Joker's mocking me againI just wanted the millionAnd to own it as NightwingI've done it beforeBut I want to do it again I was just about to bankWhen I lost my combinationFUCK!!!!!!I'm gonna go to bedWatch me some Arrested Development InsteadYeeeah
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This poem describes the start to a relationship ending in horror
All I know is my truth and at 16 I was in a substance induced psychosis...and I got this
Have you ever been so aware of you self that you felt like you've lost your self?