This isnt't a poem...I don't intend to rhymme.
Two of a poems most common characteristics is to flow and reflect ones feeling.
But how can thoughts so horrible flow from the mind to a cold black and white keyboard...
This may reflect feelings but they're now cracked and broken
So what I throw on to the page are the jagged pieces of what is circling my head.
I'm mixed up and confused.
Hurt badly.
Disappointed, disgusted.
But more than anything else,
in shock.
Disbelief,
It's the person I least expected it from.
I tremble as I type this,
Do I hate you or what you have done?
I don't know,
I'm fucked up.
And it won't get easier from what I'm told.
Not for a long time.
This comes across as a pathetic whine and rant...
But it's all I can do right now.
I have to put the brave face on,
Support those around me.
But I need some kind of outlet.
This is killing me.
Thursday, 8 March 2012
Tuesday, 17 January 2012
I wonder...
Speechless at the thought,
Nauseous with worry.
Things that have crossed my mind,
Months and years ago.
But always pushed out.
No,
They couldn't?
They wouldn't?
Evidence slowly revealed.
The cogs begin to turn,
and my stomach suddenly drops.
That awful feeling of a huge weight being dropped on your shoulders.
Please let this be alright.
Nauseous with worry.
Things that have crossed my mind,
Months and years ago.
But always pushed out.
No,
They couldn't?
They wouldn't?
Evidence slowly revealed.
The cogs begin to turn,
and my stomach suddenly drops.
That awful feeling of a huge weight being dropped on your shoulders.
Please let this be alright.
Monday, 14 November 2011
Wendy
Craving an interesting conversation,
No necessary need for seriousness.
Just something to make the mind tick again,
Fuel the cogs inside my head...
For at least a little while?
Exchange thoughts,
What if's and maybe's.
Just to spin that merry-go-round inside my head,
I used to call my imagination.
Is this the result of growing up?
Things turn from colour to grey.
Repetitive Monotony.
Take me back to Never Never Land.
Or is it just my surroundings?
Sticking out like the first bluebell in spring,
Grown before it's fellow seeds.
Struggling to fit in,
And just connect?
No necessary need for seriousness.
Just something to make the mind tick again,
Fuel the cogs inside my head...
For at least a little while?
Exchange thoughts,
What if's and maybe's.
Just to spin that merry-go-round inside my head,
I used to call my imagination.
Is this the result of growing up?
Things turn from colour to grey.
Repetitive Monotony.
Take me back to Never Never Land.
Or is it just my surroundings?
Sticking out like the first bluebell in spring,
Grown before it's fellow seeds.
Struggling to fit in,
And just connect?
Monday, 2 May 2011
Wednesday, 13 April 2011
Tire Swing
Cause I like to be gone most of the time,
And you like to be home most of the time.
If I stay in one place I lose my mind,
I’m a pretty impossible lady to be with...
And you like to be home most of the time.
If I stay in one place I lose my mind,
I’m a pretty impossible lady to be with...
Monday, 4 April 2011
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