a person i once was
or knew,
my self has come away
and i am losing glue
Tag: poem
So Many Questions – Written Wednesday 18th January 2023 (Aged 47)
i will never know
so many things must be lost –
to space and time
and so many answers
Popular Election – Written Wednesday 18th January 2023 (Aged 47)
home revolutionaries
the passive left
all pretending to be my friends
The Broom – Written Wednesday 18th January 2023 (Aged 47)
and i am used –
to a kind of disorder
amongst the places of my being
The Key – Written January 2023 (Aged 47)
i must hide it well
would you like to look?
i hid the key,
in your favourite book
A Curious Type Of Rain – Saturday 7th January 2023 (Aged 47)
balloons,
they are popping in the sky
those that benefit the most
just ask us why
Bloodline – Written March 2023 (Aged 48)
bloodline,
drips from an ancestors tree
i am sold
sat upon your knee
I Graffiti My Own Brain – Written March 2023 (Aged 23)
so,
give me back my stupidity
give me back –
self defined reality
Tortured Miles – Written Monday 20th March 2023 (Aged 48)
dreams were there,
spinning in my head
and nightmares were waiting
to fold down the corners on my bed
Shower – Written Friday 17th March 2023 (Aged 48)
they got so angry
when they spoke truth to power
there narrative was so sodden
their lies had to take a shower
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 