"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Thank God I have
Two weeks annual leave
So from your chatter
I’ll enjoy a reprieve
The Water Cooler
If only
I could
feign
interest
Perhaps
we could
be friends
But in
fact you
bore me
witless
So I
pray this
conversation
ends
(Originally Posted 17.02.2020)
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)
As I stand here
Taking snaps
Comparing them
To years past
I am struck
By the magnitude
Of how much I now
Love my solitude
(High)lands
Let us
roam
amongst
the
heather
Laugh
out loud
betwixt
the
blether
Kiss
amidst
this
stormy
weather
Until
we
come
undone
together
(Originally Posted 03.12.2020)
Go well my friend
Into the night
Through the darkness
To find the light
The Trade Off
It’s with a heavy heart
And a mournful sigh
That the time has come
To say our goodbye
I’m eternally grateful
For all you have done
For you soothed my pain
And left me with none
(Originally Posted 20.09.2019)
So now we’ve disappeared
He said
What do you propose we do next
Absolutely fuck all
She said
Let’s just enjoy the rest
Off Grid
So
what
is your
plan
He
asked
Where
do we
go from
here?
I
haven’t
got a
clue
She
said
Shall
we
just
disappear?
(Originally Posted 16.04.2020)
“War never ends. Peace is just the lull between battles.”
– John Kreese
It was only
When I stopped
Keeping the peace
With those around me
That I finally
Found my peace
Within
Your comfort zone will kill you
Isn’t that what they say?
Well I say that is nonsense
As I’m happy living this way
‘…Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.’
– Henry IV Part II: Act III, Scene I
It’s hard to explain what happens
When I’m standing alone up there
I’m just willing it all to end
To no longer have to care
I forget about everyone
And every little thing
It’s just me and the breeze
With the comfort it can bring
My mind is crystal clear
And I don’t hear a sound
As all of my focus is trained
On finally hitting the ground
‘Choppy waters ahead, Captain, but I see dry land on the horizon’.
‘Drop anchor here then, Sailor, for I’d prefer to die in the storm’.
(Originally Posted 27.03.2019)
At least yesterday
I missed your feast
It was always the part
I liked the least
Faking a smile
Whilst passing the peas
Thank fuck that now
I can eat in peace
The kitchen
tap dripsPuncturing
the silenceLike a knife
to my heart
If only
I was at
homeI could
sit all
aloneAnd
think
of youIn
peace
I
remember
like
it
was
yesterdayAll
the
doctors
had
walked
awayAnd
it was
just
me
and
youHolding
hands
in
that
hospital
roomXxx
It’s so peaceful here.
Quiet. Serene.
If only the incessant chatter in my head would quieten down,
I might just be able to enjoy it.
There is no better place.
Those we love don’t walk beside us.
There are no other rooms.
You will stand at that grave and weep.
There are more than five stages.
There are more than two parts.
Tears are not silent.
There is no peace or comfort to find.
Time heals nothing.
You’ll always walk alone.
And grief is like a fucking tsunami,
so good luck learning to swim in that.
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 