if only i could reach out and touch
but it does not make sense
it is just far too surreal
Tag: poetry
Others Complicate Me – Written Saturday 30th November 2002 (Aged 27)
on my own,
in isolation,
when i am alone
i make perfect sense
If – Written Saturday 30th November 2002 (Aged 27)
if i am the one
why hurt me
just because –
i will not play your ball
Scream – Written October 2002 (Aged 27)
Scream how many times has that scream risen inside of me it used to be worse but then, i used … More
Hanging Onto the End of Your Wire – Written Tuesday 22nd October 2002 (Aged 27)
so i earn my pay
and search for that elusive respect
that the office will never say
Like Rain Down My Windows – Written Tuesday 22nd October 2002 (Aged 27)
some days run like rain down my windows
some days the pain is insurmountable
and the feelings that we have
can seem so unsubstantial
Locked in Tight – Written September 2002 (Aged 27)
here i lay tonight,
not alone,
but locked in tight
as it rains outside
and you shine so bright
Peace and Quiet – Written Saturday 30th November 2002 (Aged 27)
the peace and quiet
broken only by my boots
the loved and the lost
weak at the roots
Broken Jigsaw – Written September 2002 (Aged 27)
Broken Jigsaw i was not the boy that young girls ever wanted – to take to bed all i ever … More
What If Someday Never Comes – Written September 2002 (Aged 27)
what if someday never comes
if it never turns up
if it runs out of bus fare
or i run out of luck
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