The light of evening: Always wondered what Was so special about it But you dancing by Yourself and me
I’m going nowhere but So what? I’m in no hurry But God I wish I was I push so hard for love
It would seem I am stuck With a seething mind. So I see three roles before me; Would that I could - I feel that I should,
On the cold mornings Or days when washing hangs in my r… My window glazes and there are thr… I don’t clear them I wonder if the larger are mine, a…
Dulce et decorum est mori est Because at least that way it’s don… scattered ashes in the wind lodged in the soil, waving at worm… I couldn’t give a shit
Time passes, And our each allocated space and s… relative to the rhythm of lives being lived alongside ours. Strength and sinews fade with sick…
As I see her across the road, I want to call out ‘Wait!’ I dream of running after her, Of magically fixing things.
You’d think it was magic the way You can’t make time What do I do then? Do I dance naked under the moon In blood rituals or some such beca…
Stood in the dark stopped on the pavement beneath th… that I can’t see but I know is th… because I can smell it. looking at the lights on the lake…
I find it hard to express happines… My tongue trips in unfamiliarity Whiskey calms that Drunk straight but mixed so heavil… With friendship and company
Waiting Is exhausting but I just keep on Waiting Because I think you’re worth it Even though I lapse and sometimes
I’m a flint head; impressionable And oh so crude Battered and worn by Her rough usage
How hard is it to write in formal… In sonnet form with proper metre? A few short words written in rever… A rhythm that must not be let pete… And a story, usually of love
I know your nightmare; nothing is… In life you linger, lost in dreams… You project pain far, poison what… All betray your best, banish what… So, wounded within, who can lift t…
From the tram to the train I’d sc… from shuttle to shuttle with only the speakers for company and then Sorry, can I just. I. Sorry
