Poetry Blogs (running)
She’s back, back from the worries and woes
Back to her laughs and chuckles
And we’ve gone back, back to our first days
Camden Palace no more
I should Koko you can now say
Beth Ditto on a Monday night whatever next
Rolling back the years
Yes I’ve got my little girl back
Shorter hair, but not short of love and laughter
Swaying and singing at the top of our voices
Tuesday 17th October 2017 4:00 pm
Heart whipping the veins
And I'm accelarating faster
Till I beat the wind
My legs a blur
My legs will tire
But my spirit flies
Like the wind
With a whoosh
Thursday 13th July 2017 8:44 am
Raindrops of horrible memories
Under a cloud of sadness
Constant waves of despair
Have more than taken me away
Haunting voices inside of floating paper bags
Scream at the sky of grey
Another wave of unhappiness
Has washed away parts of me
The lessons I learned
I forgot within a blink of an eye
Now I’m back where I was before
Not sure which direction I should go
Say a pra...
Sunday 25th June 2017 1:56 am
How many times can one person be reinvented
I have run from myself so many times
I have fled from who I am
in order to be someone better
But always I fall short
Always I fail
Always I become someone changed but still the same
Always I leave behind the good
And carry with me the bad
I flee from the things I hate
Like a bat out of hell
I try to outrun the parts of my...
Thursday 27th April 2017 12:56 am
Who the fuck could run a marathon?
What kind of psychopath does it take to remain in physical motion for so long?
My limbs have never been as strong as the rest,
As far as endurance is concerned.
I can lift
But the idea of a marathon is bullshit to me.
We run because we must.
Limits are fun to break
But some leave no v...
Friday 6th March 2015 10:27 am
What if I just ran away
Would you even care to look for me?
It’s not like it would matter anyway
It wouldn't change the feelings inside.
Sometimes the things I say
Are just to push you far away
It’s like I don't care for you
I'm just better off alone.
Running away from your love
Saying goodbye in a rusty letter
The tears from my words will explain
Because it is so hard for me t...
Thursday 19th February 2015 3:36 am
The morning, crisp and broken by the curfew
Of rising larks and pigeons in the choir,
Its breaching sun is bursting through the grass dew
And thinning out the misty dawn's perspire.
Many rest upon their linen sheets around
And you, the only currently arise,
Solo is your ally when breaking the ground;
Undistracted, undisturbed - your alibis.
Your muscles twitch uncertain of their purpose,
Or whether purpo...
Friday 27th June 2014 2:21 pm
Quickly pitting his wit
against an enemy
he reaches for his gun
the barrel is empty
the chamber clicks echo
Staggered staggering speed
as they close in he thinks
again which way to run
the white sedated walls
scream fear, shrinking backwards
A thorn through a window
whisperingly draws blood
as it strokes his cheek
Friday 1st March 2013 9:22 pm