I was the grass at school
I sang to the teacher
Like a canary
I was very hard to like
...
I will try to remember
That you are human.
I aim not to build
Your pedestal too high
...
Take me back to that road
With the yellow flowers
And crystal clear blue sky
Where I would run for hours
...
Forgive me I am a poet
It is my compulsion
To be sentimental
To dream of a better world
...
If the world is going to end
let it go in style
charge all inhabitants an entrance fee
and make it worth their while
...
Safely positioned on the sofa
Reach for the remote
1 2 3 4
Turn over tv
...
The shadow monsters
On the bedroom wall,
Have sharp claws
And sharper teeth
...
My job is to seek out
Silver linings
To his numerous clouds
To remind him
...
I knew I had her,
She was smitten.
The old charm had worked again,
She couldn’t leave even if she wanted to.
...
This is the end.
The silences tell me so.
The non-committal noises
in the back of his throat
...
I wish to paddle
in tropical seas;
touch Nepal snow,
feel Sahara breeze.
...
self proclaimed earth mother and all around big softie. Born prematurely and so spending 18 years in a wheelchair I find my disability a great advantage when queing for theme parks etc. Likes chocolate all be it a little too much and i'm also a closet wrestling fan (please don't laugh))
Jewellery Box
In the jewellery box,
The locket he gave her
Lies tarnished.
Old photos gather dust
On the top of the wardrobe
Pushed right to the back.
She turns off the radio
Every time their song comes on;
She takes a different route to work
To avoid passing his house.
But sometimes…
She wears the locket,
Looks at the photo’s,
Plays the song,
Drives past his house
And dreams what might have been