in these moments
metaphorically i fall to the floor
dad died…
and found a saturday shaped door
Tag: poetry
Still Walking With the Past – Written Wednesday 26th August 1999 (Aged 24)
thought i had dispensed of the past
if not in black plastic bags
at least to the back of the cupboard
to be reflected upon when i feel sad
Thursday Morning – Written Monday 20th January 2020 (Aged 44)
shock,
is a tangible state
just,
as i push my food around the plate
your ale is finally drunk
but i am left with the slate
Could I Find the King of Hearts? – Written Monday 20th January 2020
i looked at you as you lay there
you were making –
your way through deaths door
fumbling with the handle
having easily found the key
All The While – Written July 1999 (Aged 24)
you make me smile
and,
all the while
these feelings grow strong
i would wait for hours
pick the petals off imaginary flowers
Didn’t You Used to Be a Friend? – Written Friday 30th July 1999 (Aged 24)
the friends who once respected you
have left on an early train
and on those wild late nights out
of cheap clubs and expensive cocaine
There is a Story Behind Every Face (An Unfinished Piece) – Written July 1999 (Aged 24)
there is a story behind every face
we judge,
and cement our views in place
take a look at me
come over and tell me what you see
Dying For Your Touch – Written Thursday 29th July 1999 (Aged 24)
you changed my world
you have changed so much
still i creep forwards
dying for your touch
you leave my eyes turned upwards
Two O’Clock in the Morning – Written Wednesday 28th July 1999 (Aged 24)
two o’clock in the morning
not a time to look at your life
look outside instead
look out of your window and search for light
UFO light comes a calling
It’s Late – Written Monday 26th July 1999 (Aged 24)
i have fallen for the fantasy i could not anticipate
and it will not go away
july will melt into august
just like relationships
can change from absolute must to absolute un-trust
