i wonder where it went wrong
was the weight of guilt
just too much
did parents abandon responsibility
and fail to provide the loving touch
Tag: poetry
Parental Damage – Written Sunday 13th August 2006 (Aged 31)
what mother
willfully imposes a condition
on their child
one they have clearly not got
The Boy Behind The Glasses: An Introduction
My name is James and this personal website is an attempt to archive my writing which predominately is (under a loose banner) poetry
I started writing things down at the age of 17 in 1992, initially with no other idea of plan then to keep a record of my thoughts and feelings. Given my growing up experiences it felt like the perfect way to apply some self help therapy
Whatever Happened to My Well Planned Life? – Written December 1992 (Aged 17)
whatever happened to the well planned life
when i was young i was told everything would be alright
Alone is So Reliable – Written December 1992 (Aged 17)
alone is so reliable
you are nobody’s fool
I Had to Say Something – Written Sunday 13th August 2006 (Aged 31)
it is used to explain, ‘illness’
not bonding with children
not maintaining a relationship
the father leaving so young
never to remain…
With My Broken Pen Here I Write Again – Written December 1992 (Aged 17)
the word friend will be there –
from beginning to end
was she born –
on the fields of ecstasy?
was she spirit sent?
How Did You Expect Me to Feel? (Originally Untitled) – Written Wednesday 9th August 2006 (Aged 31)
how did you expect me to feel?
you left me cold and bare
unable to be myself
and struggling to care
January 2020 TBBTG Update: Happy New Year and My Poetry Big Bang Moment
I have written before about why I started write but I have never really thought about my big bang moment. At the age of 16 I heavily got into Marc Bolan and I loved the lyrics and the way he used words, subsequently I got into a whole range of artists, Kinks, Beatles then John Lennon and so on, all strong lyricists.
The Highway of Life – Written December 1992 (Aged 17)
i was walking down the highway of life
i did not know whether to turn left or right
i know that one way was happiness
and the other was desperation and plight
