Gooseberry gooseberry odd one out babies on the way what is it all about and what can i say bars…
What They Say Hurts – Written December 2009 (Aged 34)
what they say hurts
they swim on the surface
and with the pretence,
of something clockwork
Loving You – Written December 2009 (Aged 34)
loving you
is just another brick –
in the wall of my life
Maybe One Day – Written December 2009 (Aged 34)
i lay down next to you
with an arm –
around your waist
i sleep so soundly
The Truth of You – Written December 2009 (Aged 34)
how truth is something,
you clumsily try to vault
how you blame me for things
that were never my fault
Make My Own Potions – Written Saturday 19th December 2009 (Aged 34)
societies norms –
are often defined –
by the least, ‘normal’
Parking Spaces – Written Saturday 19th December 2009 (Aged 34)
as if this life is too much
maybes it is the cases
the ones that find your touch
Denial – Written Friday 18th December 2009 (Aged 34)
you deny me friends,
the friendships i have forged
over these these years,
you pretend these do not exist
A Different Hue – Written July 2010 (Aged 35)
someone painted my background
a rather different hue,
someone else got going
and painted a picture of pure gold
Prisoners Of Themselves – Written July 2010 (Aged 35)
Prisoners Of Themselves people are – sometimes – prisoners of themselves they build – their own shelves and their own…
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 