As she wound her way
To the dancefloor
With a drink held tight
In each hand
I knew there and then
That we’d be friends
In ways no-one else
Would understand
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
As she wound her way
To the dancefloor
With a drink held tight
In each hand
I knew there and then
That we’d be friends
In ways no-one else
Would understand
It’s amazing
The people
You can meet
When you’re standing
Outside
On the street
They make you
Instantly
Lose control
As, with ease,
They stare
Into your soul
Cutting Through The Bullshit
I’m
not
really
crying
She
said
Honestly
things
are
fine
You
can’t
kid a
kidder
He
said
Now,
please,
come
back
to mine
(Originally Posted 20.02.2020)
‘I was sick and tired of everything
When I called you last night from Glasgow’
If you want to know
My state of mind
On any given day
Just look at my nails
As they’ll tell the tale
Of how I’m feeling straight away
A Messy Job
Why oh why
did I try
to paint
my nails
on a train?
Never will
I attempt
such a
ridiculous
thing again!
(Originally Posted 09.11.2019)
Our dearest Hobbo
It’s impossible to show
Just how much we’ll surely miss thee
But until when
We may meet again
We’ll have the ever ebullient Brie!
😊🖤
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The ever ebullient Brie; a cheesy story
Some have come and gone
Over the years
But I thank each and every one
Who helped dry my tears
Connections
It’s easier to connect with other writers these days, than it is to any of my friends.
It’s because we understand how shit things are, I think, when the madness descends.
(Originally Posted 24.07.2019)
I’m glad
I kept
your aftershave,
so that I
can wear
it too.It’s the
only thing
that I
have left,
that keeps
me close
to you.(Originally Posted 14.06.2019)
What
holds us
togetherIs a
deep
connectionThat
need
neverBe
in
questionBut
whether
or notIt’s
love
or hateIs very
much
stillUp
for
debate
Well
I guess
that’s it
Our
time
has
passed
But
no one
can say
It
hasn’t
been a
blast
Love’s
young
dream
we
weren’t
We
were
hardly
even
the
old
But
if
we
met
again
I’d
still
be
your
friend
If
the
truth
be
told
Is
it
real
What
you
see?
Or
is it
just
Your
version
of me?
I wish
that
I could
tell you
more
But
I know
I am
not
allowed
For
our
moral
code
dictates
That
my
feelings
I must
enshroud
Every
time
we
say
goodbye
I wish
that
you
would
stay
For
another
piece
of my
soul is
crushed
Every
time
you
walk
away
It was
exactly
one year
ago
That we
were all
sat in
that tent
But there
was only
one who
truly
listened
To my
broken
hearted
lament
From that
day we’ve
kept in
touch
Developing
connections
of our
own
That’s
because
you chose
both of us
To reap
from the
seeds you
had sown
I can’t
tell
you
how
much
better
I feel
To
know my
feelings
I need
no
longer
conceal
I
can’t
tell you
how much
more open
I am
now
To the
possibility
of loving
someone
again,
someday,
somehow
Thank you
for helping meTo see all the things
I struggle to seeFor making me laugh
and smile againFor allowing me to feel the sun
and forget about the rain
Looking at you
Looking at meI wonder how
far into
my soul
you can
really seeLooking at me
Looking at youI wonder
if I’ll ever
believe
what you
say is true
It’s easier to connect with other artists these days than it is to any of my friends.
It’s because we understand how shit things are, I think, when the madness descends.
Admit it.
You hate this as much as I do.
It’s what keeps us together.
Love me
or
loathe me
you’ll
never
escape me
so why
would you
even try?
Kiss me
or
kill me
you’ll
always
want me
so there’s
no use
in saying
goodbye.