life,
life as a jigsaw puzzle
Category: Poems December 2001
Honesty, Beauty and a Rawness – Written Sunday 30th December 2001 (Aged 26)
there is something to be said
for sheer beauty,
but remember, you are a long time dead
Candidate – Written Sunday 30th December 2001 (Aged 26)
it is the same,
mirrored reflections
scampering about –
scattered and with no direction
We Will Change It Next Year – Written Sunday 30th December 2001 (aged 26)
i dwell on these problems
and i dwell on fear
we will change is next year
when flowers have bloomed
It Has Been Raining Since Tuesday – Written Sunday 23rd December 2001 (Aged 26)
you know,
it has being raining since tuesday
have i ever told you
you mean everything to me
How is It – Written Sunday 23rd December 2001 (Aged 26)
hat the cleverest –
end up the most depressed
and why is it those who say they are liberated
are the most sexually repressed
As One – Written Sunday 23rd December 2001 (Aged 26)
i cannot even trust a smile
it seems to come with such force
and i have a suspicion –
that it was learnt on a training course
Each Day is a Different Stop – Written Sunday 23rd December 2001 (Aged 26)
i know you can hide the harshness
of those unreliable feelings
the feelings that we cradle
that we drink by the largest ladle
Looking for Something – Written December 2001 (Aged 26)
everyone is looking for something
something to hide,
something to lock,
someone to get close
Unseen Hands – Written December 2001 (Aged 26)
i hear music
music never played
and i see –
the remnants of days
that will never fade