it frightens me
not now, but for the days
when i let landslides happen
and welcomed chances
even when they buried me alive
Tag: poetry
Lay Down Smiling – Written Monday 9th August 1999 (Aged 24)
life can be… so surprising
here i am arriving
on magic carpets bought in bulk
telling life’s sweet and strange joke
All of Me – Written Monday 9th August 1999 (Aged 24)
they have style
so much inside
i want to tell them –
just how i feel
but word do not seem enough
The Stepmother Auditions – Written Sunday 26th January 2020 (Aged 44)
you know, ‘the good old days’ –
of abuse and stunted emotions
and carpets,
with every secret swept under them
they were all a mess ,
Deep – Written Monday 9th August 1999 (Aged 24)
so very deep
awoke myself from a very long sleep
pulled from a swollen river
given warmth,
as i live here with my permanent shiver
So True – Written Monday 9th August 1999 (Aged 24)
well, i found the switch
but i still seem to be in the dark
you have stole every piece of me
and here i am falling apart
what i would give, just to be with you
Sailing Away on Final Breaths – Written Wednesday 22nd January 2020 (aged 44)
i am left confused and conflicted –
by my father’s death
having stood and watched,
as he sailed away on his final breaths
I Called for Your Train (An Unfinished Piece) – Written August 1999 (Aged 24)
the tain may have been distant
a rumble in the hills that rise in my brain
it may have been arriving,
which is why i shook in my frame
Parents Dying – Written January 2020 (Aged 44)
it is amazing,
our lives have such reflections
in the fragility of single pane glazing
windows with views we cling to
The Female Journalist – Written Saturday 1st August 1999 (Aged 24)
the female journalist
hangs on with greasy hands
she is in a job with suspect talent
and is a friend of, ‘bands’
