December 2010
4 posts
New Years Resolutions
We all do them, but how many of us actually keep to them ? A very small percentage I would guess. However if I don’t take control of my life now , when will I ? My life will just continue as a an endless cycle of promises that I make to myself and then break.
1. No more one night stands. They may be fun but they are bad for your soul and you know that.
2.Do all your essays...
The searched for will never be found.
Once all hope has been lost
and you have resolved to live your life
without it. It comes.
I’m waiting for you intrigue,
I’m longing for you passion.
That electric shock
that develops the timing
of the difficult.
The stolen looks,
the fiery touch.
I want that passion
that just can’t make it past the stairs
(again)
...
I refresh my inbox around a hundred times a day.
I know that you are working twenty hour days and have no time to sleep let alone anything else and yet I can’t stop myself hoping. I feel like blocking all of my emails from Facebook because I get a false sense of hope and excitement, only to be disappointed.
All these women keep on commenting on your wall and I know you have slept with at least a...
Today I opened my eyes and thought
I really am going crazy.
Then I remembered,
If your crazy you think your sane.
So it’s possible
that I am only just coming back to reality
(regaining my sanity)
After a long holiday abroad.
November 2010
5 posts
I’ve done things I’m not proud of, stupid things that seem to have no reason behind them at all. All I can do is apologise, move on and never let my vision get as clouded as that ever again. Aspire to be better, because I am better than that. Success seems to be connected with action. Successful people keep moving. They make mistakes, but they don’t quit.
I.LOVE.THIS.SONG
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YIADdtY9pQA&p=9D50C983EBF89302&index=6&playnext=3
I’m addicted to the idea of love,
delving into that part where no one else goes.
I love so much and so often that I begin to wonder
whether it is love at all or am I just infatuated with your moment.
To cover up my own insecurities do I just take in the idea of being loved ?
Because it doesn’t matter if they are male or female,
they just have to be broken.
I love to make...
I sit with my back against yours
to close my eyes and listen.
Did I inspire these scores?
Is the beauty of this the brevity,
the honest agreement to nothing.
…………………………………………………
Is it possible to love you with these breaths
and exhale you with the next?
We have skipped the...
October 2010
18 posts
Nearly gone.
It seems so long ago now, a whole lifetime has gone by since then. I miss our phone conversations, I miss having someone who understands that side of me. The dark nearly impenetrable side that although a minority is ever present. The thing I’ve retained most is your smell , I will be wondering around in my every day life and I’ll catch a whiff of it on the air. It’s from Zara I...
Your lips torture me.
Even in your absence
long, tired and far, far away.
The further the distance
the more the burning desire overtakes.
I thought you were gone,
buried deep amid the roots.
Whatever I am doing
the spectre of your kiss
will not let me be.
Why do I wonder why the fire grows
it is in fires nature to consume.
I am wept dry and brittle
and I give you fuel with every
...
What is to be.
She is pregnant. Now when I look at her it adds a whole new dimension to her being. Not only by the concept of the small life that grows inside her, but of the responsibilities to come.
She is going to blow up like a balloon, stretch, strain and ache. She is effectively inhabited with a parasite. Which will come forth in a rain of blood and fluid and screaming.
There will be a tiny being that...
I consider the life I could have had, I could lie, I could justify it to myself. But could I ever be truly happy? As my return gets close I yearn for him more, and as much as I do yearn for him I wish more to avoid causing pain. I want to hold him. I want to kiss it all better. It seems I have fallen so far below the person I was, yet this would be the final straw. I would become yet another...
Beginnings
As the winter closes in,
we pull at each others skin
without being able to feel our fingers at all.
Sheltered from the howling wind
In the copse by the main road.
The aptly named pumping station
became the stage
for our passion, pushed up against a concrete wall.
If the flats across the lake
had strained their eyes just a little,
they would have caught glimpses
illuminated in the...