Edinburgh on my own #ImissUguys
Live life like you are young; Whatever your age, whatever your s… Spend money like you have it. Drink fine wines. Eat good foods.
I’ll write some drunken poetry, It may not even rhyme. It doesn’t rhyme. It’s not even poetry. You soft lad!
I didn’t set out to hurt you, I w… I’ll probably always love you anyh… You said that you’d never leave me… Then in the space of one weekend y… I know you’ve got someone else now…
When you can’t do this, What do you do? You do that! My heart is broken. And I can’t do this.
If I had fingers, I would find things. I would fumble, feeling through drawers of cards and notes. Fond felicitations of folk, friends from days gone by; five new pence; four candles;...
I do not believe the soul goes on… Ordinary, small, events of chaotic… A butterfly here, a feather there,… Insignificant. That I think this way, does not m…
Creative genius, (I’ve heard it said,) Is nurtured in the madman’s head. His ups and downs, Frequent mistakes,
Twilight the blue sky fades to gre… Golden yellow sun always there, Burning my back and bleaching my h… And bleaching my hair. The sea holds an answer I feel as…
I wanted to drink it, I drank it, It’s drunk. I wanted to sink it, I sank it,
You know you do the things you do, And think I do not know. But what I see and feel inside, I will not ever show. So, carry on and cheat,
Christmas may be merry, Or then it may be not. It may be filled with loss and mis… People who’re not there and wishin… They were.
For all the bejeebus believers. Your sight is flawed, Your faith is false. Your certainty of soul salvation, A promise and a lie.
I cannot begin To capture my Love for you In prose or Haiku
High platform shoes, Seventies mullets, Tight perm hairdos, Fadgies like bullets. Fadgies that harden,
Do I write my poems and prose and… Cowardly! Do I publish them and say, "this… How indulgent! Do I say nothing?