When you are holding on
To nothing
And let your chances
Slip on by
You are going beyond all the world
And being someone
Who sees the everything
In naught
There is a single chance
A single time
That you can grasp
But more often than not you do not see it
And it slips through your fingers
So watch out for that single chance
My friend
That single moment to thrive
And then be
Everlastingly happy or else
Drown your sorrows.
A collection of poems and short stories, from a long time ago and from today. Some are light hearted, others are more serious, some are simply extracts from larger pieces of ficiton I am writing.
Sunday, 21 February 2016
20/02 Chance
Saturday, 20 February 2016
19/02 Ill
I'm barely holding on
To my own sanity
Add I struggle here
To breathe and be well
So ill
So sickly
Sweating in my nakedness
Friday, 19 February 2016
Wednesday, 17 February 2016
17/02 (14/02) Holding
Holding me
Shouldn't be that hard baby
Shouldn't be that difficult
Shouldn't be that awkward
Holding
Is just two arms baby
It's lifting up two arms
It's wrapping round two arms
Shouldn't be that hard baby
Shouldn't be that difficult
Shouldn't be that awkward
Holding
Is just two arms baby
It's lifting up two arms
It's wrapping round two arms
Tuesday, 16 February 2016
16/02 Life and death
My life for yours
My body for yours
My soul for the old man's
My death for yours
Monday, 15 February 2016
14/02 Run
Run run run away
Never come back here again
Run run run to me
Then we'll be together and seem
Magical
Inseparable
Wonderful
Successful
Never come back here again
Run run run to me
Then we'll be together and seem
Magical
Inseparable
Wonderful
Successful
Sunday, 14 February 2016
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