Information overload Has got you off in your little world, deep into that hole out of reach of your overlord, or so you believe, and then the screen glows bright blue and you do what you are supposed to – scroll and scroll your soul away; a friendlier fix than cocaine. Dopamine Is your new … Continue reading Doomscroll
Poetry
Crossing the threshold
Crossing the threshold she enters the cold cobweb covered lounge, And wonders what awaits her, Cradled in the cryptlike bedroom upstairs. He loosens his tie and lights a fire Says nothing, not even an expression Of desire towards her. The creaks of brittle floorboards fill her with a longing to fall through them to a … Continue reading Crossing the threshold
Between bumblebees and foxgloves
I heard them in their hundreds Humming in Unison as they hoarded the spoils. The foxgloves freely invited them in, Lovingly opened up While the world around them Quietened. They remained Undisturbed In their secret summer solace, Unburdening one another Of ordinary woes, Telling prayers and dreams to each other Unbeknownst even to the tadpoles … Continue reading Between bumblebees and foxgloves
Apparently
Apparently my head is always in the clouds, and that I should not speak so loud. Apparently my moods always change, or I am just "too bloody strange". Apparently you are absolutely right, when you say I am not that bright. or that I am easily lead astray, and even walk in a weird way. … Continue reading Apparently
Untitled
What do I do now? Where will I go? Must the sun set on all that I believe I know? Then again, What do I know? I must know some things . . . At least, I used to think so.
Rain falls on Ryan(air)
Split splatPitter patter –So, the rain taps at my window,then batters.First in angst, then with calm,Heavily and hazily, in the balmyFebruary I watch and wait, drinking in the dayAs Ryanair fritters my time away …I am not much of a waiter – what can I say?Standards must be met; checks must be made. Tick tick, … Continue reading Rain falls on Ryan(air)
Fold
I suppose it's easier to hate you. Forgiveness is for fools, right? I look around. I hope and pray, then turn and mull things over; my hoping turns to brewing until even my prayers seem bitter. I want to say I am sorry, even though you no longer care. So you go about your day, … Continue reading Fold
Mo chuisle
Drifting in and out of sleep, Not a sound can be heard but the rushing beating heart within me. Someone in mind and memory breathes such life into me! My love renews me; how deeply he moves me, makes me more than what I am, Shows me all that I can be. . . He … Continue reading Mo chuisle
A Thousand Wars (in a thousand years)
We bury our dead as we sing of tomorrow, and mourn for our fallen whilst we dream of a hero. The lights of our city won't warm us tonight, and kindness is scarce among those who fear for their lives. The brave and bold now peaceful and cold can't hear the cries of their children … Continue reading A Thousand Wars (in a thousand years)
Sincerely, Sore Loser with a migraine
Alright, you win if you must,If winning be vengeance.If victory be brute belligerence,By all means, claim your crown.If honour be petulance and petty spite.You take such delight in putting others down. Fine, you win if you feel that it is just,If bending rules to your bidding is fair.I am not opposed to friendly competition,But you … Continue reading Sincerely, Sore Loser with a migraine
Ardent Writing 