FJMonty


Profile

A friend told me of this website because she said “I need a community around me and this is a great one” I’m an painter, poet & photographer or at least I like to think I am?

I’m very shy and rather geeky at the best of times all tho a bottle of booze and then I’m fine

Some people (not on here) have said they hate my poetry because it always ryhme’s but I tried writing arty farty shit and it dosen’t work for me. I admire people who can write poetry with words and space for thought. I started writing poetry as therapy after many unsuccessful attempts to keep a journal. So the poetry is kind of a journal.

Right now I’m recovering from the grieve and turmoil of loosing both my parents in a car accident 6 months ago. It’s amazing how fast my life has collapsed with the grieve of it which is liken to a thousand shards of glass buried under the skin.

Writing

Today I met Buddha

Myrtle has friends / Few of them men / But the one’s that are / are the lovliest by far Today I met a new man / Who brought Myrtle Christmas ham / And says he’s coming for dinner / Tho …

The one sided argument

I sit in the chair / and stare / while she / yells and pulls my hair

So it's true

About burping baby, / And bottle’s and teats; / They make it sound, / Such a treat.

Pregnancy test

It’s blue it’s blue! / It can’t be right; / I was wondering why I was vomiting / Half the night.

To the Op shop

We went to the Op shop, / Myrtle and I; / To see what bargains, / we could buy. With the money, / I made from cleaning; / I picked out one frock, / With colours screaming.

The Flat I've Rented

I saw the ad in the local paper, / I normally don’t get it, / But I needed a stapler; / To attach my resume, / To job applications, / I mail away.

Watchlist

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