monkeycrumpet


Writing

Lost in winter

How do you survive like this? / when you can’t move on, / and you can’t go back, / forever strung in the last throws of winter

Sometimes, love is just too hard

You know don’t you? That deep down, in my heart, I love you. And although you don’t always see that love; it is there..

Cemetery love

I can feel myself drifting / until almost out of sight

Too much bloody fear

How can it work / When there is so much bloody fear / What if it all goes wrong again / What if the world stops and you are here and I am there

Paper love

I used to whisper it to people as they went past, scared of being disappointed with the sound of my own voice, of how feeble it may appear, anxious at the lack of acknowledgement on people’s faces..…

I am a child

Hey look, that person has failed, how sad / at least now my failure won’t look so bad