Paul Tristram

It’s Like Fighting Zorro Every Time I Speak to You

But I suppose if you were
to keep all that spite,
meanness, anger and hatred
locked up inside
it would turn into cancer
or some other diabolical disease.
I’ve actually seen you snap
at a stranger for smiling?
You still haven’t spoken
to your own brother in 5 years
because of ‘Daylight Savings’
and his watch was right.
You don’t just ‘cut your nose
off to spite your face’
you then try shoving it
down everyone else’s throat
whilst screaming
like a neurotic banshee.
It’s a loveless, friendless world
you live in, you deranged lunatic
and you deserve it that way.
I only speak to you myself
whenever I’m bored
and want some mental gym work.

Your Abandonment Issues Can Fuck Off, Mate!

Everyone’s kicking
your clinging
hands away
because you are
choking
the life out of
their friendship
with your
overwhelming
desperation.
Step the fuck back!
Take a chill pill.
Nobody owes you
anything,
you can’t force
or demand
sympathy.
Besides
that shit
happened
back in the past,
it’s not even
a fresh wound
you're torturing
yourself over.
We’ve all been
dumped,
everyone’s
been butchered.
People who smile
in photographs
are merely hiding
the exact same shit
that you are feeling.
Perfect childhood’s
are for the fronts
of Christmas Cards only.

Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight; this too may pass, yet.
His book Scribblings Of A Madman (Lit Fest Press) is available here: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1943170096