Poetry Blogs (connections)
A lonely boy in a sea of lonely nights
in that last hour of the day
capturing words he wishes he had said
writing them down
so they’re out of his head
Music fills the air
soothing the tension
lessening the cares
Take a trip to the other side:
what makes the other person tick,
what makes them come alive,
what’s in their head they’re trying to hide
Sunday 12th January 2020 2:58 pm
Bipolar one disorder. I did not flinch. Warm and genuine, I liked him right away.
Open mike night. He played guitar. Part of the regular crowd. I had seen him many times, always with a smile.
Beer was good and we talked over the music. It was only our second meeting, yet the conversation flowed with ease. Relaxed and natural.
Been a lawyer he had. But not the "good kind" and he gave m...
Saturday 20th April 2019 8:45 pm
Another quick one, needs work...
Tuesday 17th May 2011 3:07 pm