Poetry Blogs (2010, childhood)
Thoughts are passing
through doors and gates
To parallel worlds,
with alternative fates.
A lucid dream,
a psychedelic trace.
An open landscape,
or a crowded place.
Pools of water,
dive in take a look.
A different way to travel,
like a wardrobe in a book.
Are we on the way there?
are we on the right track?
Or falling through a hole,
Tuesday 30th November 2010 2:55 pm
Sunday 21st November 2010 7:30 pm
Cinema Child (2003)
I stood on the sand and watched the boats afloat
I thought of myself and thought I must look right
I'd look cinematic, brilliant, deep, mature
All the eyes were on me, because I stood out
How they'd love me
As those ships drift by, I'd be thoughtful
Roll my eyes and look at the ground
With all the girls watching my ticks and style
I was sullen, moody, sexy,...
Saturday 26th June 2010 12:49 pm
Cold winter nights in a warm single bed
plastic Christmas trees and crap television
shopping trips and hot chocolate
cafe-sitting and influenza
Family solidarity in 1999.
Smiles and laughter, lemonade
'Boys of Summer', thrilling events
excitement that came and went
solid friendships built to last
Soaking up the sunshine in 1999.
Time to change...
Saturday 6th March 2010 7:04 pm