no more than precious memories
moments that glistened
it is the so called dramas
it is those that shine
and then, one day it is all left behind
Tag: creative writing
I Have Put on My Winter Coat – Written December 2011 (Aged 36)
with a touch of the darkest night
i have counted the conversations
and wondered,
just how many more?
Time is Against Us All – Written December 2011 (Aged 36)
time has arrived
without a chuckle
and without being late
it feels like that they travelled
and unravelled in the arms of fate
Mother Viper – Written December 2011 (Aged 36)
rudderless scallywags
burnt by the lights –
of a faded amusement park
dirty faces
let down by fathers
drowned in their own inadequacy
Family Collective – Written December 2011 (Aged 36)
but neither mystic
or soothsayer
would have had to predict
we have lived a jigsaw existence
where only certain pieces fit
Calm My Nerves – Written November 2011 (Aged 36)
confidence is nervous
and caught smoking
nerves are anxious
they have started joking
Your Conversation Bored Me Today – Written November 2011 (Aged 36)
your conversation bored me today
i dreamt the time away
i have never worked so hard
here we are falling apart
Intellectual Looters – Written November 2011 (Aged 36)
nothing has surprised me
and in your solo booth
i am not convinced
that you have the truth
to me, you are intellectual looters
Do You Care – Written Tuesday 5th December 2011 (Aged 36)
perch on a roof
and hang onto the coat tails
of a better day
one that stole your youth
then ran away
Happy Man – Written November 2011 (Aged 36)
the trouble and the strife
and the patterns of our mental health
that colour our lives can seem all too real
even early in the morning, out of context
we cannot help the way we feel
