Struggling

I wasn’t turning a corner,
just trying much harder
than I needed to.

Insecurities

When you come into the room,
I shake.

When you are in the room,
I’m fake.

When you walk into the room,
I’m mistaken…

Always one mistake.

I think it’s right that you don’t need to fully understand poetry, as long as it sounds nice and is enjoyable to read, that is it’s main purpose. It’s a good things to bare in mind when writing, too often poems are written too carefully, trying to get a point across but the best poems are ones that don’t say anything really.

It’s slyly cold
with the sun over,
seeing the other side of the world.
Whoever thought the world
was flat, must’ve wondered why the sun
disappeared everday. Perhaps a great-big
eye, that slept when we did, very coincidentally.

To imagine,
is the mind’s freedom. Unfortunately,
we know why, for most things – it’s all
scientific – the sky doesn’t exist, gas and
water floating around. Yet we see animals
and men, even man-made machines. How
did there get up there?
We put them up there
of course we did, anything can be put up there and
if you dare,
you can lose yourself
in a stare.

Has that drunken
misguided man stopped talking
about me yet? His scrumpled up
face pains with confusion and fear. As he
stumbles away behind enduring city
backdrops carrying more wind than
is comfortable, I wonder if he managed to
stumble away from his thoughts.

Even for a little while.

In the Gym

70kg above my head,
well above my centre of gravity anyway,
and nobody seen it.
Can you believe I
don’t care,
because it didn’t need to be seen
and I’ll be sure to tell everyone about it.

Saving

I can’t decide
whether it’s too early or too late,
to become a tight-arse.

Worries

As the sun kept on circling
in and out of view,
I wished you were more
see through.
Just couldn’t read you.

I think I
absorbed you
to much.
Was too late
when I realised I
didn’t need to decode you
as such.

So many questions I
asked myself. How
would I sleep with you?
How would I
eat with you?

I needn’t have worried.

Money

Suddenly,
he realised
all his life’s work
was for nothing.

Depression 2

I’ve got a new
kind of depression.
The thing that
pisses me off is that
I don’t need it
and it’s not my fault
this time.

Old Perceptions

It’s pointless,
sometimes,
trying to explain
or even to assertain
perceptions.

With neon lights
blurring faces
and sound, so crammed for space
in these places.

You don’t have to be
a trained carer to hold my drink.
You might just want to speak with me,
god forbid even flirt with me.

‘I do this for a living’ –
she said.
I performed an invisible shake
of my head.
I need to get out of here
but then she disappeared.

Confused, I hope.

New Blog etc

Hi, I’ve started a new blog on here because  my blogger acount was a bit outdated. All my old post are here but I’m still getting used to the setup here, so hopefully it’ll  be a new start to my blogsphere venture.