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
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?
It has taken me a long time to face writing this: recently an infection put me back in hospital. Opposite someone with hemiplegic migraines. They were under a regional specialist centre with a proper specialist consultant and were under a treatment team with multiple therapies. They were exactly where I am supposed to want to be,… Continue reading Thinking Out Loud: Staring at the Future
The seaside, so often the facade of towns long closed down in heart and soul existing was not for me. This was reflection and calm, the quiet, where people said a cheerful hello while you look out, a gas rig or two between your bench and Norway. A different place, a different sense of time.… Continue reading Dear Diary: Manchester is not by the Sea
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
Sometimes you forget Sometimes you believe Sometimes you don’t pretend You are not who you are Not make believe or fantasy You believe the empty words The things they say because they should Because they should be kind They are the encouraging sort Some days I forget they expect me to fail Some days I… Continue reading Poetry Corner – The Real Me