tuesday, so strange
what does it mean to me
sugar lumps and sweet tea
i used to be outside in the rain
but there were always hailstones
Tag: creative writing
Where Are They? – Written Friday 28th October 1994 (Aged 19)
it does not seem to matter anymore
everyone has gone
and no one is painting the door
lucky lucy is on a magic quest
on alice’s chequered floor
Special – Written Friday 28th October 1994 (Aged 19)
when i am with you
everything,
it is how i want it to be
just you and me
when i am with her,
i care
Understanding – Written Friday 28th October 1994 (Aged 19)
shuffling and quiet
cold and wet
things playing on the mind
things,
that will not let you forget
Be Here – Written Friday 29th October 1994 (Aged 19)
getting up
putting on some music
nothing seems to go away
still got everything on my mind
User – Written Thursday 28th October 1994 (Aged 19)
you use your mind in strange ways
you melt time
and weld together the long days
secret priestess of the past
Confetti Rust – Written Monday 22nd March 2021 (Aged 46)
who am i
jester?
merry maker?
amateur wise man turn pro
Carry Them Up The Hill – Monday 22nd March 2021 (Aged 46)
carry them up the hill
on the back –
of the donkey that you saved
Running Away (Back to Yesterday) – Written Thursday 28th October 1994 (Aged 19)
you know it is quite funny
if you look around
from the day we are born
to the day,
our shell returns to the ground
Personal Due Diligence – Written Monday 22nd March 2021 (Aged 46)
i have always lived to the idea
of being slightly separate
i have always felt
that getting caught up
with everyone questioning
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 