it lays down crying
the relationship that you knew
disappears like an old friend b
Tag: poems
Grasp (Originally Untitled) – Written Friday 1st September 2000 (Aged 25)
younger days like a tall ship
i will sail with a cargo of junk
you hold onto me
and we are already sunkvcv
Special – Written Friday 1st September 2000 (Aged 25)
think you are special
you make me feel special
not just a cheap swim
in my shallow ego,
it is such a deep thing
Set in Stone – Written Friday 1st September 2000 (Aged 25)
the palace of malice is no devil to me
it is a special place
where dreams are free
Mend Me (Originally Untitled) – Written Friday 1st September 2000 (Aged 25)
sitting here,
counting minutes on the wall
i am in a room of paradox
and i can see down the hall
mend me,
i feel broken
No One Has Got Figured Out Just Yet – Written Friday 1st September 2000 (Aged 25)
no one has got it figured out just yet
i am mess but a sure bet
none has sat down and drawn the plan
like an artist,
i am drawn to your hands
The Memory Jar – Written Friday 24th April 2020 (Aged 45)
i sign pieces of paper
and it does come down to that
name and date,
pages two and eight, front and back
Time Spent in the Shed – Written Thursday 23rd April 2020 (Aged 45)
childlike experiences
have left gaps and holes
they break the connections –
and limit life goals
Expose of Our Privilege – Written Thursday 16th April 2020 (Aged 45)
this world today –
as we experience it –
is now an –
expose of our privilege
Learning to be a Social Actor – Written Wednesday 15th April 2020 (Aged 45)
childhood,
is where you are schooled
and you learn –
to be a social actor
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 