My bed is the only place I want to be
So I’ll put a pillow over my head
And be alone in my dark mood
If anyone is looking for me
I am playing dead
(And after that, I will roll up my sleeves and learn Angular2. Because I can.)
Category poetry
Safety
I turn to the sun and see brightness and light
I look within and feel courage and life
In the depths of despair I will hold out my arms
And gently be lifted from the dark well surrounds
To the higher, brighter, sun-drenched place
Of life, and light, and safety
I dreamt of my mother
I dreamt of my mother. She was alive – just been missing awhile. She came back, to a world that had changed.
My mother, why did you go? Leaving me young and alone? Facing the future, struggles unknown.
I dream and I pray. For my mother who cared. But after I wake, the dreams fade and die.
Wrong side of the bed
I fell asleep last night with something bothering me. It echoed in my dreams. It is still bothering me. And I am grumpy. And a monster. There is nothing for my mood. Except this song. I’ll have a piece of him, yes please, and thank you.
Irritated
It was never about you and me and us
And what we could be
It was always only ever
About you
Finding Rest
Crisp clean sheets
Caress aching mind –
Comforts me
waiting
empty bench covered in leaves
wind shaking tired trees
dry wood and rusted metal
scent of fall’s fresh breath
cool air kissing me
alone and lonely
hopeless
Hiding from the world
So no-one sees my face
I’d rather be alone
In an empty space.
I’m in the dark
There is no hope
Perhaps one day
I’ll learn to cope.
Red or Blue?
First steps for change
Sweep the old away
Prepare yourself for new
First steps for change
One new dawn, a new day –
Will skies be red, or rather blue?
Life Experience
Been there.
Done that.
Got the ten amazing t-shirts.
(That no longer fit).
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