Clare McWilliams

Rookie - 6 Points (05/05/1977 / Bangor, Northern Ireland)

Clare McWilliams Poems

1. A Memory Normally Quashed Date Written 27/10/2007 11/9/2007
2. Inflection Infection Date Written 14/7/2007 11/9/2007
3. Sapped Strength Date Written 12/11/2007 11/22/2007
4. The Poisoned Pommegranate Seeds Date Written 12/11/2007 11/22/2007
5. Emordnillap 11/22/2007
6. Pipe Dream Date Written 12/11/2007 11/22/2007
7. Fear 11/22/2007
8. Friend 11/22/2007
9. A Love Libation 11/7/2007
10. Through The Looking Glass Date Written 8/11/2007 11/9/2007
11. For Red Lips Date Written 7/10/2007 11/9/2007
12. Liquid Fantastic 11/22/2007
13. My Little Brother 11/22/2007
14. My Shining Sun 11/22/2007
15. Separation Supping (Song) 11/22/2007
16. Colours Of My Mind 11/22/2007
17. Drunken Text Date Written 04/02/2008 2/4/2008
18. Melodious Muse Date Written 02/02/2008 2/4/2008
19. Creative Conspiracy Date Written 26/01/2008 2/4/2008
20. Grief Date Written 03/02/2008 2/4/2008
21. There In The Dark Date Written 26/01/2008 2/4/2008
22. Prone To Excess Date Written 09/02/2008 2/9/2008
23. For My Valentine Date Written 11/02/2008 2/23/2008
24. Torn Scorn 4/27/2009
25. Confusion 4/27/2009
26. Fooled Me With Foundation 11/22/2007
27. My Little Blonde Sage 11/22/2007
28. Kamikase Shunt 9/13/2012
29. A Comedy Of Errors 11/7/2007
30. Sleep? Date Written 05/02/2008 2/4/2008
31. Nervous Breakdown Naivety 11/22/2007
32. Mother 11/22/2007
33. Goodbye Gorgeous 11/22/2007
34. Sweet Lament Date Written 5/11/07 11/9/2007
35. Brain Brioche 11/7/2007
36. Into The Breach 11/22/2007
37. I Am Heartless 4/27/2009
38. Every Month Date Written 04/02/2008 2/4/2008
39. Drinking And Writing Date Written 03/02/2008 2/4/2008
Best Poem of Clare McWilliams

Drinking And Writing Date Written 03/02/2008

Why do i drink, because I'm a writer?
Because I need a good haze in which to find
The fuzzy ponderings of my scattered mind.

Why do I write, because I'm a drinker?
Because I need a fuzzy mind to dull the insanity
Of alliteration overload in my frontal lobe.

Which came first, the drinking or the writing?
As a child I was drunk on the experience of all
Life had to offer, not yet sullied by adult perspective.

I wrote then, small and true, and my words disturbed
The tall god-like beings of my tiny world.
So i sobered up, got with the ...

Read the full of Drinking And Writing Date Written 03/02/2008

Friend

Friend, who is that?
Someone who needs me.
Seems that way.
What goes around, comes around
I say...
Am I then helping for selfish reasons?

Friend, who is that?
Someone who I need.

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