and the self centre –
is closed to visitors –
and tourists –
which happen to stray past
Tag: poems
A Picasso Sketch – Wednesday 8th February 2011
i am not your dog
to carry and fetch
i am not the condensation
on your cold cold breath
We All Have Gifts – Thursday 9th February 2011
i stand on a corner
handing them out –
like a commuter’s –
free newspaper
Ledge so Precarious – Thursday 9th February 2011
to me
a cuddle and warmth
has a cost
direction,
somehow should not be lost
The Drop of a Hat – November 1998
but a cure for loneliness
will remain elusive
it will always be around
it’s as cold as a three storey heart
Time Stealer – November 1998
trying to get hold of me once more
just like before
time stealer
deceiving my eyes
in all our lives
Empty Box – November 1998
empty box
what a mess
big fat empty box
that is all i get
Accidental – November 1998
do not mean to feel like this
i just have to watch it go
if only things had been different
Forbidden – Friday 27th November 1998
i am sitting here
with many thoughts of you
feeling, just a little scared
and not knowing what to do
When Life Leaves you Behind – Friday 27th November 1998
when life keeps you up all night
with worry and ache
when life sells you a diamond
but it is barely glass and totally fake
