Biography of David Cadywold
I started writing poems as Im not very good at keeping a daily diary. I find it easier to put my thoughts and feelings into poetry. Each poem covers either a single instance or a topic that has got to come out of my head as its been worrying me. The process is one of two, either, the poem flows straight out of my head onto paper, or the poem creates itself in my mind over several hours or days, then I put ito to paper.
David Cadywold Poems
Have you ever been kissed? No, really truly kissed? That your tummy flutters, And your knees go weak.
My friends are great They mean the world to me If Im happy or sad, they listen you see But when Im all alone and I start to cry
Im Not Very Nice
I just realised Im not very nice I have black thoughts, can be as cold as ice I sit in town, and drink coffee I mentally criticise everyone I see
I have feelings in my head and heart They contradict each other pull me further apart Trying to work out what they mean They wont stop conniving they wont convene
Is It Love?
Its a feeling I have inside I can't escape it, I cannot hide it skips a beat, and flutters a while Whenever I think of you, I have a smile.
Im knackered, Im knackered Im just not tired Im sleepy, Im sleepy I just cant sleep
Scream And Shout
What is it with me Insides tangled up like the roots of a tree Torn and twisted, stubborn, sad Out of my mind and going mad
The one I split up with Is not the one I met Not the one I fell in love with Or got inside my head
We are cuddle, cuddle, cuddle, cuddle, cuddling We are cuddle, cuddle, cuddle, cuddle, cuddling Thats what we do when were in bed We cuddle, cuddle, cuddle, cuddle, cuddle...
How do you know what's at the bottom Till you are down there to see But getting there is a slippery slope And friends you will lose probably.
We live in this country, on this island of ours, Humans together, one and all, With Cameron, Osbourne and Clegg in power, They are splitting us up, people dying every hour.
Flow With Life
The things I used to love to do Dont seem to interest me no more I must be a changing, wow suprise Its only taken me 41 years to realise
Ive lost what it takes to be really me Ive lost what it takes to live happily Ive lost what it takes to really see How the future will be for me
Wall Of Stone
You have to break down that wall of stone That you built so high and made you all alone I will help you if let let me try But you gotta start somewhere, and so do I
Ive lost what it takes to be really me
Ive lost what it takes to live happily
Ive lost what it takes to really see
How the future will be for me
Happy, healthy, wealthy not much to ask?
I dont think so but I cant be arsed
Please dont bother me or make a farce
If Im pestered too much it'll make it worse
Ive spent a lot of time soul searching