Random #278

“People say they love you, but what they mean is they love how loving you makes them feel about themselves”

– Eli

Saying It With A Song

I know that you

Will understand

When the play button

You press

As the songs I’ve picked

My love for you depict

In ways I

Could ever express

Mix Tapes

You could just say how you feel

He said

Instead of sending me a song

But these folks are professionals

She said

And I’d only get it wrong

(Originally Posted 14.01.2021)

Random #269

There was a naughty boy
And a naughty boy was he,
He ran away to Scotland
The people for to see–
Then he found
That the ground
Was as hard,
That a yard
Was as long,
That a song
Was as merry,
That a cherry
Was as red–
That lead
Was as weighty,
That fourscore
Was as eighty,
That a door
Was as wooden
As in England–
So he stood in his shoes
And he wondered,
He wondered,
He stood in his shoes
And he wondered.

Random #266

‘When you’re used
Black and blued
Don’t think about it
Never doubt it

I’ll walk beside you…’

Random #263

“Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of
weeping than you can

– W. B Yeats

The Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

I don’t think

I meant this

As me being

Hard done by

I think it

Was more

To show

At my core

That I’m actually

Not a good guy


I never
get what
I want

Let alone
what I

(Originally Posted 14.12.2019)

Random #259

“Think of your feelings as friends to be understood, not enemies to be fought.”

– Alan D Wolfelt

Random #257

“It seems to me, on reflection, that’s it’s not so as much what you do as what you mean.”

– Mr Perks

Random #248

‘So I’ve made my mind up
I must live my life alone
And though it’s not the easy way
I guess I’ve always known
I’d say goodbye to love…’

Random #245

“Stop breaking yourself down into bite sized pieces to serve others. Stay whole and let them choke.”

– Anon

Random #242

‘And every time I scratch my nails down someone else’s back I hope you feel it.

Well, can you feel it?’

Random #241

“Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.”

– Oscar Wilde

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