Power,
the dopamine hit —
the light of any intelligence
sadly, barely lit.
Tag: emotional writing
Slow Motion – Written Tuesday 3rd March 2026 (Aged 51)
I had felt loved
in a way
that felt buried
into my solid earth,
as if foundations
were in concrete turf
I Am A Smile – Written Monday 2nd March 2026 (Aged 51)
I am a smile,
a joke,
I am the words
that with youthful heart —
I once wrote.
Sally Is Sad – Written March 2026 (Aged 51)
But,
I do not know
what to say.
Sally is sad,
and I know
we are a long way
from former days
Keep Me In Touch – Written Monday 2nd March 2026 (Aged 51)
I sat there,
drinking,
a can of Coca Cola;
knowing that we were together
Can – Written Friday 20th February 2026 (Aged 50)
I sit here,
imagining versions of me —
the ones,
that I know
can never be
Wake Up At Four – Written Wednesday 18th February 2026 (Aged 50)
I know though,
memories are just paper
or parchment,
or fragments of a song,
like long haul trailers
that I haul along.
Tiny Devils – Written January 2026 (Aged 50)
there have to be
other places to go;
places with different spaces,
and people I know.
The Death Of Something – Written January 2026 (Aged 50)
the loss of a time
that felt carefree,
even though
we know that it was not.
Raindrop – Written Monday 19th January 2026 (Aged 50)
Raindrop,
all too easily collected;
happiness
feels misdirected.
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