Insecurity and self deprecationCan't save you when you think this wayWhen the words don't flow Or make it to the pageIn the way you wanted them toMaybe you won't post itBut in the end you doBecause it's good enoughSo read it once more throughYes, it's good enoughGood enough for you Continue reading Good Enough. A poem.
They're across a crowded roomAnd the narcissist withinIs screaming "look at me, look at me"But the introvert withoutIt whispers "look away, look away"Trying to smile is a struggleAs complex and as simple as a Gordian knotAnd while the cannibal butterfliesConsume your insidesAnd the flush creeping upMakes you look like a fire hydrantAnd you're thinking hardHow not to screw it upThey've started talking with anotherAnd all you have left is self reproachAnd one big "Doh!"Better luck next time Continue reading Turbulence. A poem.
Ain’t no spoilers here Edgar Wright has made some spectacular movies: Shaun of the Dead, Hot Fuzz, World’s End, and one of my Top 10 faves, Scott Pilgrim vs the World. Having read several positive reviews, I went to Baby … Continue reading Baby Driver. A movie review.
I was lost in the desert And as the sweeping sands Surrounded me with the promise of death As my tongue swelled with my last parched breath I saw a vision before me An oasis in the swirling dust It seemed so far away, yet agonisingly just out of reach Of water and palms and hyacinths And I crawled on and on Because the promise Was all I needed To live Continue reading Oasis. A poem.
A picture of togetherness Written in elemental script Captured then in time serene A picture that made sense, it seemed Once upon eternity Before the poison settled in A picture of two frozen smiles But what in truth do they relay When hollow eyes betray the scene A picture of faded sepia Now all bitterness and disregard As if the picture had never been Continue reading Picture. A poem.
So well educated Diplomatic and erudite Yet true wisdom eludes The scholarly person Who spends every night alone Continue reading An Education. A poem.
Return to Sender You give but don’t get Your love returns to sender A sea of mail lost Man’s Best Friend Ten years with my dog Plucky and redoubtable I still miss her so To Read Books, they fill my shelf Adventure seeds the dream clouds How I love the rain Haiku! 5/7/5 syllable love. Here’s a few I wrote the other day. 🙂 Continue reading Haiku and You. Three poems (but not a trilogy).
Aisha froze and dropped her phone. The screen cracked on the concrete floor as it bounced at her feet. Across the large, concrete-walled room was Silas, the aged and insensitively tall butler. He was no longer dressed in his servant togs, having changed to a white lab coat and matching trousers, and accessorising with a .38 snub-nosed revolver. Pointing right at Aisha. Being only partly cowardly, I rushed in front to shield her. Having done so I realised perhaps it wasn’t the wisest course of action. My eyes widened. “What the…” “Indeed, John,” said Silas, smiling like a James Bond villain. … Continue reading The Sale. Part 11. A short series.
What’s in the look A casual glance From him to her Then back again What they’d give To know for sure To save them some Embarrassment Continue reading The Look. A poem.
Endorphins Working out can hurt Endorphins overload me Pain and rush, so good Gains Just one last rep, man Lactic acid overdrive But what gains I make Weight The weight of my world Bench press, squats, rows, curls, pull ups Take my cares away Continue reading Workout. A Haiku Trilogy.
There are rabbits in my back yard Each day they rise to greet the light With eager noses, seek daily bread While the alpha, tall and bright Watches oh, so protectively Together, the family eats again I had a family once like them It now feels like so long ago I loved them so, my family lost The rabbits are reminders then With faith and hope I’ll survive the cost Continue reading Family Lost. A poem.
How long until Self defeat and self immolation Become a habit? Maybe it’s time I tried on some new headwear Continue reading Headwear. A poem.
Close my eyes Sleep the sleep of angels Until l can’t Rude awakening Brought back to life Defibrillated from dreams And held Status update: insomniac Mental tides Washing over tired eyes Why won’t You let Me sleep Damn brain 3:00am meeting with the board Micro managing My many personal investments My kingdom for a hammer To knock me out (In a placid way, of course) So I can ski those dream snow slopes again But no I guess not tonight So many sheep To keep me company 10,20,30,100,1000 Bah I hate sheep, anyway Don’t check Fb Blue light reinforcement Night … Continue reading No Sleep for the Wicked. A poem.
Climbing down the ladder we came to the ground floor, with the passage leading to the pantry. “Should we stop here?” said Aisha, taking the iPhone out of her mouth and shining the torch light up the dingy corridor. “I really think we need to check out the basement.” I tapped my foot impatiently on the rung above her head. “We don’t know if Crazy Junifer is waiting in the kitchen.” Aisha looked up at me and frowned. “She could be anywhere.” “Can we just get going? The faster we get to the basement the faster we can get out … Continue reading The Sale. Part 10. A short series.
I want to hold your hand Just like The Beatles said But I’m shy, insecure And feeling down So I’m sure you’ll understand If I pass for now Continue reading Pass. A poem.
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