The things you don’t know are the ones that hurt most: / The sobs you never heard, / The pain beared from one word, / The battles reoccured.
A plea for a relationship to stay intact. Of course, there isn’t much to be done, but write.
get down / and drink whisky / and catch up / phones are dead / so call / knock
This is all me raving about whatever I think about. / Strange how people that try to help you only want to fuck with you. / Realise and valuie true friends then. / mad stream of conscius stuff.
You smothered me / Locked me in your vault / I want to get out / This is not my fault / You don’t let me feel / Life any more / You’ve locked …
This was inspired by Myoriginalsin’s awesome artwork “So Hard for Me to Breathe”... / please check out her other artwork which is awesome….
Daylight breaks on the horizon, seems so much closer than ever before. The crisp air catches in his lungs, short, sudden breaths…
Hollowed out mind. Drained of thought. Starved of energy. Sapped of any such glimmer of anything.
Nothing ever stops. No matter how hard you try. No matter what it is. What you give. What you swear. Promise. Steal. Borrow. Plead. No ma…
See not the pain…
I wrote this poem by my dying father’s bed-side in Malta last May. / Throughout the wretched illness that is Parkinson’s, my dear dad, Wilfred Borg, retained the dignity that had contributed to his success in life. / This poem is dedicated to Parkinson sufferers and their carers. / As for me, I live in Surrey with my husband and son ,teach French on-line through www.languagechoices.com and write poems and short stories that reflect diversity and the splendour of life.
Like the seasons that have past, / sound reasons once, / perhaps just a dreamer’s farce?
Been there, done that, still didn’t get the T-shirt. [shrug]
Life is mostly a downhill affair, / unless your on a bike.
Life, ugh, don’t talk to me about life!!!
There’s a part of me still / that tightens my throat / and buckles my knees / whenever I’m too close / to the fire of a man / or the covert wh…
However I might think I’m feeling, there are those parts of me that remember – and they’re the ones that haunt me when I’m trying to love again
The mighty hand of God / Is but a humbling experience away / Waiting to lift us up out of our everyday concerns / And cast us before Him wit…
Attached / to what? / To your non existence?
Caught in technology’s grasp the world now built in Man’s image His likeness the things I love I hate
Was looking through some older work… Found this from 1997…
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