“To me, there are no dreams, not in places like this. There is no true dream, just empire building with paper and plasticine.”
Tag: poem
They Want You To Be Mad – Written February 2025 (Aged 49)
“They want you to go mad. But the truth is, it’s them. And that’s an indisputable fact.”
Vulnerability Drinks Milk of Human Kindness – Written Monday 17th February 2025 (Aged 49)
“Vulnerability drinks the milk of human kindness, but vulnerability comes with degrees of blindness.”
New Days, New Ways, New Words To Say – Written Monday 17th February 2025 (Aged 49)
“I move on, again. New team, new pitch. But how did it come to this?”
October – Written January 2025 (Aged 49)
I am so, so tired.
But I’m not yet broken.
Story – Written Wednesday 10th January 2025 (Aged 49)
And I can’t be told
when the tell leaves a bad taste
and a funny smell.
When the book being written
comes with illustrations of an empty well.
Sunshine – Written Wednesday 15th January 2025 (Aged 49)
I do not know.
I do not know about life
and its background noise.
All I know
is that it never goes.
Turned Like a Page – Written Tuesday 14th January 2025 (Aged 49)
“I am not welcome at court anymore.
They kick me hard
as I fumble with the handle
on the exit door.”
Build Spaceships – Written Monday 13th January 2025 (Aged 49)
“Positional power feels medieval, like the lord and the farmer. It’s a weapon, but you have no suit of armour.”
This Is What I Am – Written Tuesday 13th January 2025 (Aged 49)
This is what I am.
Now these years have melded together,
or fallen into life’s stew.
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