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A horse with no name ...Always on the go, ready to hoof along ...
But you my Jockey, ride me like a madman!
There are countless times
Where I myself thought, - hey we are doing just fine
When then you take a turn,
And throw a wobbler for no real reason
How am I going to carry on?
Knowing I can never satisfy your high standards.
I'd die for you,
I'd carry you for as long as my four legs were strong enough.
Yet you treat me with so little respect,
That maybe a trip in a dank wet lorry to the unspeakable place
Has become more and more inviting ..
Merry bloody Christmas
Wherever you are
Whoever you are
Yah Christmas is great
That is if you have money in the bank
A roof over your head and 2.1 children
A dog and a cat
And 2.1 cars preferably 4x4's
Cosily parked on the drive
Keep up with the Joneses
Our turkey has got to be the biggest
Most vulgar and horrid thing
You ever saw on a dinner table
Fuck the turkey
(Ooh I forgot he is already stuffed )
Mother is running around like a headless chicken
(I thought we were having turkey???)
In and out of the kitchen
Whilst father is busy looking
So very important having a tipple or three
To steady his hands
Ready to carve that genetically
Engineered thing called a Turkey
Oh my just look at those
Real fart instigators .
All the trimmings such as
Sausages wrapped in bacon
The obligatory cranberry sauce
Stupid silly hats and crackers filled with
Tat and desperate jokes
As all sit down to eat
Mother is knackered
After weeks of planning
Crazy at 05.13A roaring storm outside
Stirring how I feel inside
The bellowing sound
Of the howling wind
The rattle of this old house
Pretty much sums up
How I feel
Tormented and battered
Though still fit and able
But for what?
I am wondering
Where do I go from here?
There is emptiness
A void that won't fill
Maybe I am asking too much?
Maybe I should just close my eyes
And think of Queen and Country
Oh sod this
I have a life to live
And I need to live now.....
Premonition?A strange feeling
is fighting with
all things logical ...
It shouldn't be
It's like a
of something bad
just about to unfold
Like the threatening
clouds in the sky
no rest or redemption
just the cool calculated facts
that the shit is hitting the fan.....
The visitTo night you visited me
It was amazing
Only for a brief while though
A stolen moment
of untold warmth
Filled with love longing
It was over only too fast
I weep in silence as I feel
You were here right enough
But it was in my dreams.....
30+ years ...Like a little white dove
fragile gracious and shy
What change I saw
A tenderness and
passion embraced in a
A friend from times gone by
Awakened like the bird Phoenix .....
Youth revisited.....Going down memory lane
You took me back years
to another time
Where life mostly was great
uncomplicated and simple
To a time where laughter was
on the menu every day
We would skip along the pavements
You'd carry my bag
and I felt special
We shared so many secrets
Shared so many dreams
shared so many thoughts
You were my special buddy
My bestes mate
Now years later, we met again
and just like all those years ago
we picked up where we had left
older maybe wiser, and still the same
on the inside, though our shells had changed
What delight and pleasure it was
to finally meet you again
To share afresh a joke
To see you so happy and strong
To rediscover our childhood fun .....
Left foot co-pilotHello!!!
Left foot co-pilot calling Kirsten
Are you receiving?
Today I thought we should try
A few loop the loops
What do you think Kirsten?
Okay you are not talking to me are you?
Sod it, I shall just have to
Give it some welly
Wooohooo here we go
Up up and away
What's up ol' girl
Don't you like it?
I thought it's a lot more
fun when I take charge
And since you don't want to participate
I shall just do it my way
It seems to me, that I hold the upper hand
Oooops I really put my foot in this time ...
Over and out from left foot co-pilot ..
Only one winner...Sprawled out on the floor
Her long hair tangled
She lets a single tear drop flow
And its happenings
She has lots
It has come at a price
Just like that of a trophy wife
Waiting wanting and longing
She gave what she could
Only to receive tiny morsels
Waiting wanting and longing
Grateful for every little kindness
Eager to please
To make you love her
Waiting wanting and longing
As she is not in a position
To ask for your love
She permit herself to slide into a
Where you will see her
In the meantime
Waiting wanting and longing
Though in the real world
Yours and mine
a game and
There can only
be one winner
The Beast within
Waiting wanting and longing .
The Young, The Wild, and The FreeDear Gabby,
This is a letter that I have wanted to write to you for over three years. I have used countless excuses: No time, no courage, no inherent reason. I have told myself countless times that writing letters to people like you is useless because people like you do not listen, no matter the person, the time, the medium, nor the words. You just do not, or maybe will not, listen. But, I guess in the realm of things this does not matter, because here I am, neither drunk nor sober, writing down my words on a piece of scrap paper you'll look at, but never read.
I was always quiet and you were always loud, and our friends told us it was okay because opposites attract. In public, it was funny. You would laugh and grasp my shoulder when you rambled on and I did not reply, but just listened. However, when we would arrive back at my apartment, it was always different. Instead of laughing, you would yell. Instead of grasping, you would pu
I'm Not a CutterJust because I'm not a Cutter,
Doesn't mean I can't feel pain.
It just means I’m strong enough,
to fight the battle, without giving up,
or succumbing to my own agony.
It just means, that I'm strong enough to go on.
We're Waiting.To be a good writer is to be you. To be a good artist is to be you. To be anything is to be you. Dream. Live. Wonder. Create. And be yourself.
Because you are the one who can make the change that everyone's been waiting for. You can do what others were too afraid to do. You just need a little push, and a lot of hope.
But most of all, you need you. Your individuality. Your uniqueness. Your creativity. Your imagination. And if you tie that all together, you can create something absolutely beautiful. Something new. Something amazing. Something we've all been waiting for.
The world is waiting for the next J.K Rowling. The world is waiting for the next Van Gogh. The world is waiting for the next Beethoven. The next Einstein. The next John F. Kennedy. The world is waiting for you. We're waiting for a change. And who's the say you can't make a change? Who's to say you can't make a difference?
You can. You most certainly can. All you need is a dream, hope, and a little bit of imagination. And
Depression.Depression feels like you've been sucked into a hole with no escape, very little air. Feels like someone's pushing you down, holding you and crushing your stomach. It feels like your drowning in air, yet everyone else is breathing.
You try to get better, some days you feel better than others but that doesn't mean your "cured." it just means your a bit happier than the previous day. In other words, you could say depression is where the days go by are covered in fog; sometimes the following days are brighter than others, but still have fog - around the edges. Sometimes it's really dark and gloomy, and its hard to make them bright.
We all have different ways of dealing with it, medication, talking to people; whether that be a therapist or your family or friends, alcohol, cutting, illegal drugs, unsubscribed medication, and so on and so forth. We all have different ways, yes perhaps not always a healthy option is chosen but at least it's something that dulls the pain.
Just Venting"Are you alright?"
"Wow, you're good. Why aren't you in honors?"
Because I know I'll fail.
"Hello? ...You okay?"
"Wow, I didn't mean it. It was a fucking joke...Hello? Hey, I said I'm sorry."
"You don't appreciate anything."
"You're so lazy."
"Wow, what's got you in such a pissy mood?"
"Nothing. I'm fine."
"When was the last time you saw him?"
"...Over a month."
"When was the last time you talked to him?"
"And that boy you talked about, you're still with him?"
"He cheated on me."
"You don't trust many people, do you?"
"I trust far more than I should."
"For someone with all these problems, you sure do smile a lot."
Please see meSome of them walk by, dressed sharply, rushing off to their respective destinations.
“My body hurts…”
Some carrying briefcases, filled with important documents no doubt.
Others have less formal clothing, boilers suits or overalls, hardhats.
Construction workers I wager.
Some stop for a short moment, checking their watch, lighting a cigarette, then move on.
The scene blurs a bit.
“Please… no more”
A man stops; he looks right at me, his eyes a mystery, his brow furrowed.
“Can’t take it…”
He grimace slightly, moving along, pretending he never saw anything.
“Don’t force me to go back…”
I stumble and fall onto my back, grunting painfully.
A man with a hardhat and a coffee mug jogs over and leans over me.
“Oi lad, you okay?”
For the first time ever, someone sees me, really sees me, the man’s eyes go wi
Have you ever had the feeling...Have you ever had the feeling like you just don't know what to do? Where you just can't even think of what to say or who to talk to? Like you're being torn between two sides and you just don't know who to pick? Like if you make one wrong move, you'll be sent down a slippery slope with no return?
I feel like this every day. I don't know what to say, and I don't know what not to say. I don't know who I should and shouldn't be talking to. I don't know what questions are safe to ask, and what ones are better left unsaid.
I can't simply hide away from it all. And I can't simply do something too drastic. I feel like I'm being forced to feel some way when I feel another. Like I'm the bad guy for staying true to myself.
I'll get in big trouble if I make a mistake, and I don't know how to keep going without making one. I'm terrified of the inevitable fates that I see...I can't find a path to a good outcome no matter how much I think it over...
No one tells me straight up what's wrong, I have to
Love for both artsA pen is mightier than a sword. But which paper is mightier. A plain lined sheet or a sketched pad?
On a sketch pad, you can draw and express your emotions. You can create things that people never knew could be created. Details drawn just right so you feel like jumping into their fantasy or reality. The colors blend into an explosion of life and dreams. Even something simple can become something beautiful with time. Art also requires blood sweat and tears to master and become known. Art also let’s you bend the rules of other works like anime and film and make them your own.
On a lined sheet, your imagine is written out in words. Your words are nice and brings images to your head like a movie. Once you start reading it could be slow at first but you will be pulled in. You will feel each characters emotions, pains and struggled they may be going through. You can also see the style of the author and may even learn about them from their pieces. You can also make things that exist you
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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