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Nicola Beckett on The Wisdom of Cats (5 hours ago)
Your tears shred my souls as
shards of glass that rip through
leaving my spirit gushing pain
like blood from an unchecked wound.
Only your smile can stem the flow
and heal the cause.
Sunday 8th November 2020 10:10 pm
Where's the fucking rizlas man?
I just need a fucking smoke
to take the edge of
starting with just one almighty toke
this week's been shit. I have to say
today's been much the same
let's smoke 'til I can't see her face
and can't recall their names
she said that I'm an addict yeah
what does she fucking know?
A few pills every weekend
and a little bit of blow
a spliff for breakfast every...
Thursday 23rd August 2018 9:34 pm
Not always easy me and mum
But sparks ignite loving hearts
And fire up a love that runs and runs
Firing true for my mum and me
Special relations mums and sons
As I’ve seen so clearly, with my own ones
Maybe too alike, maybe too different
Sparks just happened along the way
Both too stubborn, both never to give in
But the clashes only stood out, because really so few
Saturday 14th April 2018 1:45 pm
What was going through your head?
What was running through your mind?
It's the one thing I'll never understand;
How you could just walk away and leave me behind
Didn't leave a trace, no reason to be found.
Just taken away and never reunited.
Do you understand the pain I've written across my heart;
When you took away from me, everything I had.
I was just a child, I...
Thursday 29th March 2018 2:37 am
Made from love of two,
Stork delivery nearly due.
Inside something special grows,
Takes a while before it shows.
Tiny, magical, growing at first,
Later months it nearly bursts.
Wriggling butterflies flutter inside,
Not long ago a beautiful bride.
Tiny booties from clicking pins,
Little kicks bring tiny grins.
Peers inside all black and white,
Check on what's out of sight.
Sunday 11th June 2017 7:45 pm
Forget Me Not
“Be grateful for the light”,
my mum would say.
I remember that
as if it were only yesterday.
“Because, without it
the dark will never go away
and what’s hidden in it
will be inclined to stay”.
I had a son -
but I forget his name.
someone like him came
to visit me -
but he was not the same,
Monday 25th March 2013 4:41 pm