Edinburgh on my own #ImissUguys
You shouldn’t have to live because… It’s not that I don’t love you or… It’s just that sometimes the pain… We live in a society where suicide… Failure.
Like when my darling Matt threw back his head on the back seat of the car and at the top of his five year old voice triumphed, “and I wish you joy,” (oh what a tremolo), “and happiness,...
Stallions charging, Foaming white, Breaking on the beach. They rise, Raise their heads,
In the mists of time, Before the dawn, Your name was written with mine. And so we met. And became,
When I get my postal vote I’ll sc… Ponder over which way to go, weigh… I just can’t trust Clegg the betr… Of calm and cuddles and logic and… That when we voted for liberal dem…
Four march hares dashing, Running right to left, From my window. Three march hares dash back, Running left to right,
I don’t want to hear that. What it was you said. No son of mine could be like that. I’d rather you were dead! Things we shouldn’t talk about.
Sing If you’re glad to be Gay. Sing If you’re happy that way! Hey! Sing If you’re glad to be Gay. Sing If you’re happy that way!
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;...
He’d been there, done that, seen the movie, read the book. A life well lived and well informed, that knowing look. He said, “there’ll come a time when I’m not here to watch you wend you...
Watch you go, Cold as snow, Salt and blood. Graved in stone, Old friends gone,
How do you start to write a poem, “who do you love?” First, throw out the rhyme. Whilst lazy it just saves time. I have loved and do love many people in different ways, (read CSLewis,) ...
For all the bejeebus believers. Your sight is flawed, Your faith is false. Your certainty of soul salvation, A promise and a lie.
You’d best not drink with Beth an… I’m pretty sure they’d make you si… Whilst at The Street or C.C. Bl… You’ll lose the key to your hotel… Wake up with Pringles in your bed…
When mother died, I hid under her… I needed a fortress, a safe space. All that was available was the liv… My two year, younger sister joined… Two huddled lumps of, I’m not qui…
