well, that desire,
now seems to have gone away
so it seems, they are still an anarchist
but with a small a
Tag: poems
People Are Easily Convinced – Written Monday 13th July 2020 (Aged 45)
people are easily convinced
it is why,
their intelligence is often skint
and their compassion,
no longer seems mint
We Can Always Paint Seaside Towns – Written Saturday 11th July 2020 (Aged 45)
fell apart back then
– and i was in many pieces
got up
and dusted down
let me go out, i asked
we can always paint seaside towns
Colouring Book – Written Friday 10th July 2020 (Aged 45)
i coloured in, up to the edges
of the colouring book i owned
then,
i went outside,
and i caught a dream
My Life is On a Wheel – Written Thursday 9th July 2020 (Aged 45)
my life –
is ona wheel
I Felt Sad in My Old Days – Written Monday 6th July 2020 (Aged 45)
i felt sad in my old days
painfully aware of social shortcomings
insecurities,
always making successful homecomings
Collapse – Written November 2006 (Aged 31)
i am watching my life collapse around me
each brick, each stone,
each one falling
on me as i sit all alone
Two Sides of a Story – Written November 2006 (Aged 31)
two sides of a story
you are right
but have you heard mine
Space At The End of My Bed – Written Monday 6th July 2020 (Aged 45)
shapes used to fill my bedroom
when i was five or six
here was a space at the end of my bed
where my imagination would perfectly fit
One Another – Written November 2006 (Aged 31)
how we behave with one another
is not always –
how we behave with another or even each other
