Especially now
The weather is turning
I wish our home fires
Were still burning
Slippers
I
miss
you
When
my
feet
are
cold
And
how
you
Would
always
warm
them
so
Xxx
(Originally Posted 16.09.2020)
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Especially now
The weather is turning
I wish our home fires
Were still burning
Slippers
I
miss
you
When
my
feet
are
cold
And
how
you
Would
always
warm
them
so
Xxx
(Originally Posted 16.09.2020)
This probably would
Have been more apt
For those record temperatures
On Monday last
Whereas here today
The weather is cooler
As as such I feel
In a far better humour
No Air
It’s
too
hot to
think
as
I sit
here
on the
brink
of yet
another
nervous
breakdown…
(Originally Posted 25.07.2019)
If all the roads are closed tonight
Then how will I get home
I’m much too scared
And emotionally impaired
To go a night out here alone
Every twist and turn
Each up and down
All tell a different story
There really is nothing
To rival these roads
In all their majestic glory
Champagne and strawberries
On the lawn
Pictures of love
So delicately drawn
The heavens open
Colours are blurred
Dreams are halted
And smiles deferred
I sit and wonder
If the weather today
Will be any less shit
Than before
Oh, who am I kidding
The clouds are forbidding
So it’s obvious
What’s in store
I suppose I should be happy the sun is shining again,
Feel a spring in my step at the lighter evenings,
Be comforted by the warmth on the back of my neck.
But I couldn’t give a shit.
It means nothing.
None of it melts the ice in my heart.
(Originally Posted 21.03.2019)
Outside
the
storm
ragesWith
all of its
power
and mightI’m so
glad I
don’t have
to walkHome
alone
again
tonight
I know
you were
sitting
with me
As I
drove
all that
way
Otherwise
it wouldn’t
have pissed
it down
The
whole
fucking
day
The
window
shields
me from
the rain
As the
wind
outside
howls
my name
I know
I can’t
come back
here again
As
nothing
ever stays
the same
Xxx
Brought
to a
standstill
Leaves on
the line
ahead
A signal
point
failure
I wish
I’d stayed
in bed
Waiting
for the
rain to
stop
I don’t
want to
see another
drop
It
really
doesn’t
seem fair
For I’ve
spent so
long doing
my hair
Rain, rain go away…
And don’t come back.
You arsehole.
This heat is exhausting,
It’s too much for me to bear.
My feet feel like they are on fire,
Sweat dripping from my hair.
I sit and pray for some relief,
Perhaps a cool calming breeze.
Something to help me ease the pain,
A salvation from this awful disease.
I don’t care for sun
I don’t care for rain
What I need is thunder
So that I can breathe again
It’s too hot to think
as I sit here on the brink
of yet another nervous breakdown…
The rain lashes down remorselessly.
Pelting, splashing, bouncing upwards towards the sky.
The thunder rumbles angrily.
Crashing, reverberating, making its presence felt.
The lightning cracks fearfully,
Illuminating the sky in a cinematic silhouette.
I look out of the window and all is calm.
I realise this tempest exists only in my heart.