i am not used to not being me
to extending,
this self built, often flimsy reality
Category: Poems July 2002
Who Do I Live Up To – Written Tuesday 16th July 2002 (Aged 27)
who do i live up to
that vodka and coke
that pushed my pushchair
and stifled the joke
Sometimes I Could Scream – Written Tuesday 16th July 2002 (Aged 27)
sometimes i could scream
in the panic,
to look for an oar
i forget to check the lock
the one on the door
The Great Big Pot – Written Tuesday 16th July 2002 (Aged 27)
she has been there
and it never worked out
he has been there
and he can tell us what it is all about
I Found My Feet – Written Sunday 7th July 2002 (Aged 27)
i found my feet –
at the end of a lonely street
Wrestle The Lightning – Written Sunday 7th July 2002 (Aged 27)
you never stop fighting
you kind of hope you will
but i am still trying to wrestle the lightning
i am still trying to express how i really feel
Passing Me By – Written Sunday 7th July 2002 (Aged 27)
i got older
but it did not happen before youthful eyes
it happened gradually
it happened inside
Different Runes – Written Sunday 7th July 2002 (Aged 27)
i cannot entertain –
those i do not know
i cannot clean away the rust
on feelings –
hurt by those i no longer trust
Who Is Dancing With Me? – Written July 2002 (Aged 27)
who is dancing with me?
i built the swing
but i never grew the tree
If I Had Lived Your Life – Written Sunday 7th July 2021 (Aged 27)
if i had lived your life
would you have approved
would you have given an open armed welcome
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