Squeeking at the top of my Voice!
M.E. Myself and I: Thoughts and Creativity
I didn’t ask for yesteryear, the objects of the past they seem so near Perhaps when I look back they are simply further than they appear What is it I am clutching close, is it the rope of a hangman’s’ noose Not the indentured servant, nor cotton picking slave, but fattened goose When you wait… Continue reading Poetry Corner: I Didn’t Ask for Yesteryear
The scream, the wail The hammer, the nail The pain, the shame I slipped …. Again Promise.
Hazelnut eyes and plain brown hair No thousand mile gaze, just an eight mile stare Add a smile to conceal your nightmare Pretend smiles and a jocular air Papering the cracks no one knows are there Happiness? So preciously rare In the dark of loneliness, no one to care A book of memories barren and… Continue reading Poetry Corner: Domestic
What is left, what shattered pieces to find Are there any shards that remain Time has worn them away The pain of loss just feels the same I am grieving what never was, Grief over a fairy tale I pasted up Ripped into crumbling pieces My complicit delusion to obscure the void Of the time… Continue reading Poetry Corner: Pieces
You don’t not hear the laughing, It’s not like you don’t see them point A jester without a costume is still quite the joke You know the truth, you know what’s real, It’s that you learn to pretend so you don’t have to feel, A delusion that it’s not you that’s the biggest joke… Continue reading Poetry Corner: Piñata
I am still taking a break from things online; anaemia and a kidney infection have me feeling very sorry for myself, especially as the anaemia has me being checked out down the cancer care pathway. With bowel cancer killing my father and a genetic component to the variant he had, it is quite easy to… Continue reading Thinking Out Loud: Falling Forward
I’m not sure I asked, It happened anyway, you said I did, It’s all my fault, It always is. An earned reward, that consequence I knew better, You said I did, I always do. I gave up knowing, Not even the same is safe Breathing daring, I know I should. You would… Continue reading Poetry Corner: Clock of Time
Most days a look of contempt or disdain is nothing to me, the opinion of some random non-entity who knows nothing of who I am Today it bothered me: today I wanted to shake her and ask who are you to think for one minute you are better than me? No one is better than… Continue reading Dear Diary: Look Down on Me?
Back from a weekend in Wales. For many, this is a simple thing, for my Mouse this was a weekend of overcoming fears. Fear of the unknown, a trip to a new and unfamiliar place via new roads, to the countryside. No urban landscape, no hospital, no backup plan, no safety net, the very darkest… Continue reading Dear Diary: 19th July 17, At The Head of the Valley
That is a lie, of course, there is no back to normal. Not in a bad way, but I am not going back. I had decided to move on before any of this dropped on me, I had changed direction, and normal was a fluid state of moving forward towards something new and different. Normal… Continue reading Monday Night Reflection: Back to Normal
