here i am, looking at social functions
which one,
are you going to go for?
they question me but never truly ask
Tag: poetry
What Are They Looking For? (Originally Untitled) – Written October 2020 (Aged 35)
there is a magic door –
that just needs a key
a better future,
for which they are interviewing me
I Thought the World of You Back Then (But I Did Not Know You Thought the World of Me) – Written February 2020 (Aged 44)
i thought the world of you,
back then,
but i did not know,
that you thought the world of me
Truth and Fantasy – Written Tuesday 11th February 2020 (Aged 44)
and for whom,
their own truths
were weights they could not bear
and if you cannot bear others and their truths
then how do you show them you care?
What Did I Know – Written Sunday 9th February 2020 (Aged 44)
What Did I Know do we ever know people are they merely, the shapes and illusions we make them out … More
What Were We to Each Other? – Written Monday 10th February 2020 (Aged 44)
i do not feel connected –
to my dad,
no as i feel i should,
i am feeling guilty
Rooms I Will Never Enter – Written Monday 10th February 2020 (Aged 44)
but here i am,
and i feel like i am trespassing
because for all of my life
i have been outside peering over his fence
Today I Sold My Dad’s Car – Written Saturday 8th February 2020 (Aged 44)
and it smelt like all his cars had
it smelt of him
and many many childhood days
they had always smelled like that
since i was small, going back
when, in the 1970’s i sat in mum’s lap
The Goodness – Written Friday 7th February 2020 (Aged 44)
and it is not like when i was younger
when i pledged my allegiance to lovers
some of whom quickly lost their hunger
as we played adult hide and seek under the covers
Something to Lessen the Chill – Written Friday 7th February 2020 (Aged 44)
today.. it shifted slightly
the week, slow to start,
eventually it has flown by
