poemsfromthebadpartoftown

[poemsfromthebadpartoftown]

No fanfare here,

No movie speech.

Just me and you,

Alone in the dark.

And a rock in a sock.

#poem #poetry #poem of the day

[poemsfromthebadpartoftown]

Pick yourself up.

Rise,

And rise;

And rise again.

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[poemsfromthebadpartoftown]

Last night I dreamt that your mother called,

She said you would be realised from prison soon.

We cried tears of joy, that we could see you again.

Listen to your stupid jokes,

Warm our hearts at the sight of your love for your son.

And then I woke up, I realised that this will never come to pass.

That you are as far away from us as can be,

And that now you only exist in our dreams.

#poetry #poem #poem of the day #friends #regret

[poemsfromthebadpartoftown]

It is better to have done these things,

To be burdened by the sureness of their memories.

To not live with the insecurities that come with the question of:

"When the time comes, can I do what needs to be done?"

#poem #poetry #poem of the day #regret #memories

[poemsfromthebadpartoftown]

Boys and girls.

The boys.

Soft orange streetlights glow,

On a slick coat of Northern European rain.

Condensed breath escapes the black void of a parka jackets hood.

We drink cheap beer to forget our past troubles, and sow the seeds of new ones.

When I'm with the boys this is all there is.

I feel my life drip though my fingers.

My heart grows cold, frosted over with a layer of things necessary for survival.

Everything is hard and cold here,

Knuckles collide with my face, mine collide with the faces of others.

I get cut, other people get cut.

But this is where the boys are,

And all I have is the boys,

So I'm here every night,

And so are the boys.

The girls.

Sunlight streams softly though the window.

Whisps of smoke come to life, twisting in the beams of light.

She finishes her joint and turns and cuddles into me.

I just close my eyes and take in the softness of it all.

Nothing feels better than being with the girls.

To see the happiness on their faces.

To know that you make them feel safe.

When I cuddle them, feel their warmth, run my hand over their soft curves.

This is the only time I'm not on edge, nothing better exists.

The girls are almost my addiction.

They see things in a different way.

And if we spend enough time together,

The girls might put some sense in my brain.

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[poemsfromthebadpartoftown]

Fuck all, aka nothing.

The one thing we can always be sure of.

The only abundant thing on the council estates.

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Money, none, you're basically unemployable.

Your conditioning doesn't translate well to authority figures, so fuck all.

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Friends, none, our environment doesn't allow it.

You can't trust anyone here. The ones closest to you are the ones who do you in, so fuck all.

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Love, none, it's hard to love Ashleigh when she's sucking guys off for heroin.

The lovable ones left as early as they could, so fuck all.

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Pride, none, there's nothing to be proud of here.

Half of us have severe PTSD and all of our sense of worth stems from our ability to destroy each other, so fuck all.

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Family, none, they are the previous generation of us.

If you even have a father you're lucky if he didn't hit you and your mother as much as he hit the bottle, so fuck all.

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Nothing, fuck all, all around us, all the time.

#poem #poem of the day #poetry #child abuse #friends #love peoms #love poem

[poemsfromthebadpartoftown]

My friend is out there,

When the sun goes down,

On streets slick with rain

Moving in the shadows.

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Living a life you'll never be exposed to.

Eyes dilated, hyper aware.

An eighty kilo cat,

Waiting to pounce out of the dark.

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Bust your head and take your shit.

Use some street magic,

Convert it to heroin,

Forget his shit life for a while.

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Then out on the prowl again.

Northern European winters nights,

In a thin black sports jacket.

Immune to the cold.

#poem #poetry #poem of the day #friends #heroin #addiction

[poemsfromthebadpartoftown]

I just want chill times,

Green grass and sunshine.

Blue skies and birdsong.

To run my fingers though your hair.

And see you awkwardly smile.

To forget all these worldly troubles.

To just exist in peaceful moments.

#poem #poem of the day #poetry

[poemsfromthebadpartoftown]

Wrap my hands.

Put on my gloves.

Stare into your eyes and advance.

Duck and weave under your strikes.

Smash the fuck out of each other.

Grab hold of you.

Not so slick judo throw.

Try take your arm home with me.

Bell rings.

Pull you to your feet.

Warm embrace.

Smiles all around.

Another good day.

#poem #poetry #poem of the day #mmafighter #fighter #mma

[poemsfromthebadpartoftown]

Gasp as you give yourself to me,

Look at me with your faraway eyes.

Furrow your brow in ecstacy.

Breathe quick and shallow,

Whisper to me in Spanish.

Whimper and start to shake.

Look into my eyes and soak my bed.

#poem #poetry #poem of the day #love poem

[poemsfromthebadpartoftown]

They told us when we joined,

This is a dangerous job,

Some of you will get hurt,

It's a certainty.

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In our minds we were invincible.

Yeah sure, people will get hurt,

But not us, it will happen to other people, not to any of us.

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Flash forward two years,

I'm in so much pain my body is going into shock.

Some army medic is trying and failing to stick me full of morphine.

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A few months later we'll laugh about it.

The time I almost lost my foot.

My weeks spent in crutches.

Getting to see the sexy physio.

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We naively think that's the worst of it.

Nothing bad will happen to us again,

I took all the bad luck and we have some magical protection.

As if on cue, the universe unmercifully slaps us back into reality.

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One of us goes into the water.

By the time we get you out it's too late.

You were like our sister, but when we see you again you're unrecognizable.

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Your face destroyed by the rocks.

Your hands cut up and swollen.

Yet again I bury another close friend.

But this one cuts the deepest.

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Just seeing you in that condition will haunt my dreams for years.

You were full of hope and life.

You were always so happy and cheerful and so unbelievably kind.

But the sea just took you like it was nothing.

#poem #poetry #loss #poem of the day

[poemsfromthebadpartoftown]

There's a little voice in the back of my head,

It's peeps up every now and again, when things aren't going so hot.

It reminds me that the trains run at regular intervals,

And I can make everything stop if I just lay my head on the tracks for long enough.

Just lay my head down ever so gently,

And this giant steel beast will take care of the rest.

#poem #poetic #poetry

[poemsfromthebadpartoftown]

When the gum shield goes into my mouth my body knows what's about to happen.

Back in the day it meant I was about to trade leather with another boxer,

These days it means someone is going to try choke me unconscious or break my limbs.

When the gum shield goes in, it pushes everything else out of my mind.

There is only space for combat now.

For action and reaction.

For subtle hits and small tells.

For my willingness to endure pain and suffering versus yours.

For the most simple contest of wills.

Then the gum shield comes out and we exist in the real world again.

Where we would get arrested and do time for the things we just did to each other.

Back to mundane life, where you have to dull your sharp edge.

This is the world made for the normal people; and we're just living in it.

#poem #boxing #jiu jitsu #bjj #kickboxing #muaythai #muayboran #mma #poetry

[poemsfromthebadpartoftown]

Catalan cold

It never really gets cold here.

Maybe relative to how hot it gets in the summer,

But it's not a true cold like back home.

Inwardly I laugh at the Catalans complaining in the winter.

With their big jackets and scarves.

It's still at least 10 degrees warmer here.

They are cute to me, with their gloves and wooly hats.

They scatter to underneath the balconies at the slightest hint of their warm rain.

What a life they have! To never experience real cold,

To be so blissfully unaware of it all.

It's like the thing I hate most in the world just doesn't exist here at all.

#poem #barcelona #catalonia #catalunya #cataluña

[poemsfromthebadpartoftown]

We drink cans on on the beach,

You're pretty chill there.

You invite me to your place and tell me stories of your country on the way.

We get to your bed and suddenly you're not so chill.

You pull me in for a kiss but then bite down on my lip.

I have a feeling where this is going to go, but you overshoot that expectation by a mile.

You're kinda scary for a girl right now.

I'm down there with a mouthful and I can feel you starting to shake.

Your back arches and you dig your nails into my scalp, hard.

You pull me up and we go wild.

You're under me and I'm lost in your bronze skin and the faces you're making.

You're giving me all the signs I'm doing good.

Then you start to shake again and lock eyes with me and the first slap comes.

I'm a little shocked as your other hand closes around my neck and you hit me again and again.

You're practically vibrating now.

I duck my head down and give you a choke of my own.

This seems to be exactly what you wanted.

As I feel you tense from the inside you rake the skin off my arms with your nails.

When you're finished you give me a cute little laugh and a smile and that just seals the deal and blows my mind.

I realize the adrenaline has flooded my body like I'm about to get into a fight.

I feel chills down my spine and your look tells me you know exactly what you've done to me.

I've never met a girl as sexually agressive as you.

You're so cute in your messages but all I can think of is one thing.

I can't wait until you to slap the shit out of me again.

#poem #poetry

[poemsfromthebadpartoftown]

Violence permeates all aspects of my life.

It's the frame that surrounds me, the lense that I see the world through.

My first real job was the military,

The only sports I engage in are combat related.

To be honest with you, I hate it.

I was supposed to be the smart, quiet child.

But the violence was beaten into me from an early age.

Statistics say I'm almost certain to bring violence into my home.

But honestly, I'd rather kill myself than force this nightmare on people I love.

I never wanted any part in this, I just wanted to be like my actual father.

I wanted to be friendly and gentle like he is.

I've always treated the women in my life good.

But my biggest fear is that maybe someday I won't.

Maybe some day I'll turn out just like my stepfather.

And that's the day I'll go back to him and kill us both.

#poem #poetry #child abuse

[poemsfromthebadpartoftown]

I just want to see you smile, because I never saw my mother smile.

I want to see that twinkle in your eye that I never saw in my mother's.

I want to see you get excited when something goes right for you and I cheer you on.

I want to know I make you feel safe and bring happiness into your life.

All your smiles will become my smiles,

All your little victories will become mine.

I'll hold you close and know these things and my heart will flutter.

And this will be more than I ever thought possible for myself to feel.