maybe compromise the position
call a friend,
someone who will listen
Tag: poetry
I Dreamt Of The Bomb – Written Sunday 23rd February 2003 (Aged 28)
are we even going to get old?
i dreamt of these things
of indian summers under a mushroom cloud
The Surroundings – Written Sunday 23rd February 2003 (Aged 28)
sometimes you outgrow the surroundings
that once used to fit you
all because you have grown
Something That We Can Both Touch – Written Friday 21st February 2003 (Aged 28)
the future is just in front of us
that elusive horizon
almost at our touch
all the baggage that i’ve carried around
Today Was Not Like Yesterday – Written Thursday 13th February 2003 (Aged 28)
today was not like yesterday
just remind me of how fragile i am
in fact,
how fragile we all are
Follow His Dreams – Written February 2003 (Aged 28)
you don’t let him follow his dreams
especially if those dreams,
do not involve you
they’re drowned in a sea of insecure screams
It Isn’t Easy – Written February 2003 (Aged 28)
it’s about losing out then finding out
because parents,
are just statuettes on my mantlepiece
they are my only mental feat
No One Seems To Know Me – Written February 2003 (Aged 28)
no one seems to know me
and when i try to explain
the language i speak,
suddenly becomes unique
The Sacrifice – Written February 2003 (Aged 28)
The Sacrifice i will always be apologising i will always be making up ground i will be one rung, underneath … More
Sweet Self Pity – Written February 2003 (Aged 28)
self pity
is music to my ears
and feeling sorry myself
is a symphony to my fears
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 