Last Night

Last night I dreamt
that somebody loved me,
I felt
real arms around me.

No hope, no hope.
Just another false alarm.


Haha I nicked that one, as you can probably tell. Good though……..


My left leg
speaks a language.
It’s different to my right,
but they still try to talk
and stumbling along,
they get there

Just got to get my fingers talking now.

OK so Peter reckons the stuff on here’s recycled crap, he’s possibly right, see what you think:

Through early morning fog
I see,
a vision of the things
to be.

I look to the future,
it makes me cry, but it seems too real
to tell you why.
Free from the Century,
with nothing but memories.

Amatuer, waffling crap eh….haha, I know you’ll be content, in the right line of employment etc

Eat With Me

There’s a plate,
it’s no so big – big enough, some would say.
So pretty is the pattern
round the edge, but that doesn’t hide
the scratches,
the cracks,
littering the uncomfortable surface.
Sometimes its hot.
Sometimes cold.
Not many have eaten here, food tends to
slip off. Whatever crumbs are
left here, are quickly

If this plate were a soul,
would it still be whole?


The endless rain,
absorbs my pain, a bit
but there’s a flame still lit,
damp and weak though it is.

I’m so absorbant,
and I can’t listen to these
songs anymore. They
remind me of what I used to adore.


Every text,
is like a knife through the heart.
Only get lonely
around people. That’s why it’s so hard,
it’s easy at the start.
There’s never a glimmer,
feelings just simmer
until they disappear.

My stomach is sick.