December 2011
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Thoughts (They're like Scraps)
Finding a scrap while out.
I tuck it tenderly
Into a pocket, flatten it
Against my thigh.
Hand protects it
From rain and thieves, it’s mine.
I must bring it home.
So many scraps
Were dropped on the way
Then trampled like dirt
Into the pavements.
But once in a while
One comes home in one piece
Hardly creased.
And when I remember
I strip off a yellowing
Piece of tape
And add...
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New Years Eve Message
It’s funny that on the evening of December the 31st, it feels as though after a night’s sleep everything will be different. There’s a collective idea that New Years Day is about new beginnings, and although we can make new beginnings whenever we want to, it just seems as though since everybody else is doing it the effect is much stronger. It’s not unlike National Novel Writing Month where...
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Water through Desperate Fingers
Thoughts racing, eyes unfocused.
Grains of sand lodge in throats
And wear out lungs;
A gradual erosion.
Things pass, seconds lost.
We all knew time was running out.
Put your hand on the
Crumbling ruins of the
Floor you are sitting on.
Feel it sliding closer
To its inevitable decay.
I dread the day when
We find no-one is left
To remember this place.
Dear Followers
Merry Christmas, everyone.
You have all helped to make my year amazing. With all the lovely messages I’ve received about my poetry, all the friends I’ve met and all the inspiration and talent I’ve discovered here on tumblr.
I know it’s not quite new year yet, but my resolution will be to post my poems here more frequently!
Well, I’m not sure what to say, so have...
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Christmas Eve
On one night a year,
There is magic, charm
And stillness bouncing
Back from bright-lit windows.
Behind them: laughter
Rich and true.
They wait
And wait, waiting
Paused for the day
When those clichés
And traditions ring
Garishly through the
House like bells.
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Untitled
I don’t think they know How many years I have lived In just this past week.
A laugh Or smile Writes the age Onto my face My mind is twice The size it was.
I don’t think they know, That if I died tomorrow, It would be old age.
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The Vague Dream
Slumped by the forked tongue
Of two rivers
Sky meets horizon
Just about there.
Stones rattle in their cages
And sprays of rainbows
Look like pixie dust.
I’m lifted up, past
Some odd clouds
To see what life
Is like above them.
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Anonymous asked: I really like your art! Where is your exhibition?
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On being tired.
Me: Phil, is the window open?
Phil: No, why?
Me: The sound is windy out there.
Phil: What?
Me: I mean the wind is soundy out there.
Phil: What? *Laughing*
Me: Ahh, help! What do I mean?!
Phil: It sounds windy out there?
Me: Yeah...
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Night
At night time bright and dark
Is never white and black.
Bright is yellow,
And dark is blue.
I think I usually
Walk home imagining
The yellow light that
Awaits me… where I’ll
Stare out at the blue
And wish I was there
Instead.
I went down to Axminster on friday night and came home yesterday. I had lots of fun in Axminster and was pleased to see my parents and my best friends, if only briefly. But I’m back now, and in 10 minutes I’ve got to go to work. It feels like nothing happened yesterday now… it was too short, and my heart is aching that I couldn’t spend longer down there and take it in a...