The Things I Carry
You told me once when we talked about the things we carried
That I was a little too vague
And I thought then, and still do now
That it's because I'm a little too vague
The things I carry aren't set in stone
They are abstract and unsure and hard to put to words
They are feelings and thoughts only half-formed
They are like lines of a poem never quite heard
So, I carry the snippets of long-he...
Tuesday 29th November 2022 11:33 pm
This One Is For Every Friendship Lost
It’s hard to look at pictures of me from high school
You’re in all of the stories
The prom after-party, beside me in chorus
And now we don’t speak.
But if you called
I wouldn’t hesitate to pick up the phone
Drive anywhere you needed me
But we don’t need each other anymore, do we?
You could say that I missed too much
You and he are no longer together
You were so many ...
Tuesday 29th November 2022 11:26 pm
Recent Comments
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on His Majesty’s Stay Out of Hell Cards: “Divine Right” and “Convention”
7 minutes ago
Hélène on Elementary
24 minutes ago
Rolph David on Spinocracy – The Art of the Fall*
37 minutes ago
Rolph David on Spinocracy – The Art of the Fall*
42 minutes ago
Tim Daly on Prayer for the Little Ones
1 hour ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Prayer for the Little Ones
1 hour ago
Stephen Gospage on Prayer for the Little Ones
2 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
2 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on His Majesty’s Stay Out of Hell Cards: “Divine Right” and “Convention”
2 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
3 hours ago