time seems good
when it is just rolling by
mental health seems rich in wealth
when there is no cry
Tag: poems
The Alcoholic’s Daughter – Friday 20th November 1998
it is not meant to be like this
it is not really fair
that i should have this feeling
and that you are not here
A Scratch – Friday 20th November 1998
a scratch can be like a little pain
a scratch on my imagination
is revealing the canvas underneath
Implications – Friday 26th November 1998
or almost beyond belief
taken the ground from under my feet
restored and adored my faith
the implications of the situation
A Successful Life – November 1998
a successful life is hard to define
success is like confidence
it is a state of mind
Room – Sunday 15th November 1998
that is mine and that belongs to me
this is alright
with my badly painted lamp turned on
with my badly tainted pain almost gone
The Score – Sunday 15th November 1998
but where do i put it
a case is no place,
for a sad and guilty face
Rich and Deep – Sunday 15th November 1998
by friday i knew how to feel
even in the cold, i will melt
by saturday you were still there
by today i knew how i felt
More unfinished ideas – November 1998
More bits started but not completed. I have tried to write two pieces but clearly i haven’t been able to develop them.
Unfinished Doodles / Sketches – November 1998
These are purely unfinished doodles from November 1998 – ideas started by never finished
