(1) I wish my feelings were strong Enough to tie me down Close to the shore, to Keep me on the floor, Never to let me go. I wish I could lust so long To obsess over you. I wish I could look at someone The way they want me to Pin them to the […]

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My Religion

My religion   I recite words from books that have touched me and smelled my skin I sing to hymns and melodies of rock bands and troubadours I pray to questions unanswered, asked a thousand times throughout our times I worship walls and ceilings made dance with colours, shapes and lines   I keep my […]

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Take good care of your good friends to whom you can talk about absolutely everything. Cherish the sane part that is intact. It’s an unpleasant thing to feel when you’re a loner with dark thoughts piling up inside. 15/05/2017

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Riddle me this #1

What always runs but never walks, often murmurs, never talks, has a bed but never sleeps, has a mouth but never eats? Answer: You, after seeing what’s under your bed and realising it’s not a nightmare. P.s. There’s nothing behind you. Just don’t look.

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Looking Down At the Stars

‘Looking Down At the Stars’ Looking down, out from the eyes of the night How exquisite these lights I see I hope I can reach them and turn back to Where I don’t belong But that would be an unwise thing to do When I’ve come this far Far enough to look down and see […]

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Dry Well

‘Dry Well’ (On writing during depressive episode) This well of mine seems quickly filled When there’s no one but me around Inside these empty walls This well, hollowed once, resonating truth Too loud and clear for my ears This well, the only thing I have Yet to drink from it is to dry out To […]

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Letter From A Bad Friend

Letter from a bad friend. I never talked you into Doing things you don’t want to; That’s not what makes me bad. Just what little I agreed to sacrifice. If you’ve known me years ago, Chance is I’ve stopped talking And seeing you by now. I look past you on the bus. But I never try […]

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