Poetry Blogs (boys)
Let me move to a new place,
Where none knows my name,
And I know they will start judging,
As Everyone is just the same.
But till then ,
Let me find a new love,
New memories to let go my pain,
You can take my hand,
And please ask me to dance in the rain.
I know our love would break,
Just like all other affairs I had,
Some would say I had no brains,
And I am the reason you are sad,
Sunday 27th January 2019 10:52 am
I do not get it when they say,
We will not make it one day,
I do not get it, when they laugh,
On us and on our scars
I do not get it when they do not believe us,
How crazily can this world suck?
I cannot express the pain in words,
Let’s run because we seem cursed
Let’s run away from the chains of pain,
Let’s run away where we can dance in rain,
Let’s run as ...
Monday 21st January 2019 8:38 am
The Royal Free hums its energetic life
As I sit musing in my garden
A background drone always there
As the hospital is always open for care
It's summer so the trees mask its physical presence
Just the joined up sound of health and excellence
We moved here with two small boys
And thought being near The Free might be handy
Energetic boys in an energetic city
Who knows the...
Monday 28th August 2017 10:59 am
Who knew such joy before they were born
Who knew the joy they'd bring
As an only child no knowledge of this sibling thing
But life with my two boys became my greatest experience
Brought me endless days of pure joy
They're so close, so different, so very much alike, the very best of friends
My best times ever are when we're all together
Just sitting, eating and chatting, natu...
Thursday 3rd August 2017 7:36 pm
Here we go again with the same old lines,
But every time we speak it just declines.
So I put up a hard round shell,
And pretend that I feel all so well.
You tell me to trust you,
But I am afraid it is well overdue.
The times when we spoke,
Were a good old joke,
But then it turned all so serious,
And I became more mysterious.
I wish we could go back in ti...
Saturday 9th July 2016 4:39 pm
Boys and girls
come out to play
but boys are more often led astray
From the moment of conception
the boys hand holds a weapon
pointing that willy
gradually learning to gauge the distance
and then with age comes the decision
to aim the weapon with more precision
and the years of practice at pointing this piece
plants seeds in his head
of disturbing the peace
Monday 4th April 2016 5:39 pm
I knew from the very first moment -
what I knew, I didn't really know in the moment
but a part of me just knew
and I knew he knew too.
Every part of my broken heart and aching body
seemed to scream it;
the words breaking through my skin -
dying to be heard.
But I was so afraid and he was so damaged
No one could know.
No one ever knew.
Not even him;
and now it...
Sunday 9th November 2014 7:28 pm