"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
They say that art
Mirrors life
And my case
That was true
I decided
To stay with him
When I should
Have chosen you
Somewhere In Madison County
With one
hand
pressed
against
the door
I try
to work
out who
I love
more
And in
that split
second
I decide
to stay
I
throw
my chance
of happiness
away
(Originally Posted 27.02.2020)
You won’t find me
In the kitchen at parties
I’ll be in the library
Where my mind is
Lost in my own little world
Of infinite story books
And far, far away
From your disapproving looks
Bookworms
Solace
comes
swiftly
to
those
who
read
For
those
who
devour
words
are
freed
(Originally Posted 07.02.2020)
I guess I’ve always felt
That little bit better
When I’m in amongst
Those words and letters
Safe in my own
Little fantasy world
Where my peace and quiet
Is undisturbed
The Window Seat
There’s
people,
people,
everywhere
Dashing
around
without
a care
Or,
at least,
that’s how
it looks
When I
glance up
from behind
my books
(Originally Posted 08.01.2020)
“What is the bravest thing you’ve ever said? asked the boy.
‘Help’, said the horse.”
– Charlie Mackesy
“Think of your feelings as friends to be understood, not enemies to be fought.”
– Alan D Wolfelt
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future.
Choose life.
– Renton
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
Not only did I steal
An LP that night
But I also pilfered
A book
I’d always believed
Sci-fi wasn’t for me
But I’m so glad
He allowed me look
Squeeze
Such
a broken
heartened
man
In a
broken
hearted
land
If
only
I could
see you
I
would
squeeze
your
hand
And
never
let it
go
(Originally Posted 09.06.2020)
“Books cannot be killed by fire.
People die, but books never die. No man and no force can put thought in a concentration camp forever.
No man and no force can take from the world the books that embody man’s eternal fight against tyranny.
In this war, we know, books are weapons.”
– Franklin D. Roosevelt
‘I was too busy serving
To listen to the speeches…’
Will
it
always
be like
this
She
said
Don’t
I deserve
a reprieve?
That
all
depends
on the
book
He
said
In
which
you
choose
to believe
Solace
comes
swiftly
to
those
who
readFor
those
who can
devour
words
are
freed
There’s
people,
people,
everywhere
Dashing
around
without
a care
Or,
at least,
that’s how
it looks
When I
glance up
from behind
my books
I went
in there
just now
The one
I went into
with you
They were
playing
your song
on the radio
And because
you would
have smiled,
I smiled too
Tell me your favourite song
And I’ll play it.
Show me your favourite book
And I’ll read it.
Tell me your favourite film
And I’ll watch it.
Show me your favourite shirt
And I’ll wear it.
Tell me I’m your favourite
And I’ll love you.
Forever.
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 