Edinburgh on my own #ImissUguys
I can’t save you from your pain, I can’t save you from your pain. If I could, I would. But I can’t save you from your pa…
I’ll never be quite sure how you g… Still you are here. Inside. Moving me. I packed my trunk with memories of…
I don’t care, What you say. Your words mean nothing, Any more. You try to say,
What is this fad collecting Exes… I am so glad we stayed friends. Oh yes he was over for the weekend… Now I know it’s nice to be nice. But banish the Ex to the fog of h…
Stallions charging, Foaming white, Breaking on the beach. They rise, Raise their heads,
I only have a moment before my hea… Wishing I could linger here, Shrug off the sweet repose of slee… Which is coming, And the darkness fills my head.
I choose to explain, Before I leave you, Again. That the warmth, Of your heart,
High platform shoes, Seventies mullets, Tight perm hairdos, Fadgies like bullets. Fadgies that harden,
Four march hares dashing, Running right to left, From my window. Three march hares dash back, Running left to right,
I don’t want to hear that. What it was you said. No son of mine could be like that. I’d rather you were dead! Things we shouldn’t talk about.
I feel you, Know you are there, Pressing close, Behind me. Yes.
I threw all my poems into the bin When I was young, I’d studied the way of the human p… By Freud and Jung. I felt they would make me feel
Grief is like a deep pool you fall into from time to time. One moment you are walking along life’s weary path and the next you are drowning. Eye achingly broken, flogged by tears and w...
If I had wit and words to write my love for you. I would not construct a poem whose rhyme and rhythm would pulse the beat of steady heart. For I do not possess the skill and wordsmith...
With dragon, lay in crook twixt le… Whilst worlds around me move, And when I wake no longer shall I… No more to prove, No half baked scheme,
