I am afraid of unstructured time.
For an hour or so...there was an almost empty window.
Must dos running out.
Panic rising.
This next window, is very, very full.
Phew......
Sunday, 29 March 2009
Friday, 27 March 2009
In your eyes
We found some middle ground.
Where I know you keep me safe.
And you know I keep you safe.
Where you do the numbers.
And I do the people.
And somehow we help each other survive.
I know, that you know it's true.
Where I know you keep me safe.
And you know I keep you safe.
Where you do the numbers.
And I do the people.
And somehow we help each other survive.
I know, that you know it's true.
Sunday, 22 March 2009
Here
On days like this, you and me just like to hide away.
While the rest of the world does what it's meant to do...we just like to be.
While the rest of the world does what it's meant to do...we just like to be.
Saturday, 21 March 2009
Mommy dearest
Mother...you are everything I never want to be.
For a Mother who means trouble to me.
Wishing you weren't mine...on Mother's Day.
Sadly, these titles are sadly lacking in all good cards shops.
For a Mother who means trouble to me.
Wishing you weren't mine...on Mother's Day.
Sadly, these titles are sadly lacking in all good cards shops.
Friday, 20 March 2009
True Colours
When he limped towards me, I looked away.
When he said he felt cheated, my words caught in my throat.
When he told me that I have the most beautiful smile....I had to question everything.
I have been afraid of him for a long time.
When he said he felt cheated, my words caught in my throat.
When he told me that I have the most beautiful smile....I had to question everything.
I have been afraid of him for a long time.
Monday, 16 March 2009
Gas Mask
The smell of Lynx drifts down my stairs.
My boy is growin' up.
I don't know why he uses it like fly spray.
If I didn't love him so much...I could choke.
Maybe I will...maybe I won't.
My boy is growin' up.
I don't know why he uses it like fly spray.
If I didn't love him so much...I could choke.
Maybe I will...maybe I won't.
Saturday, 14 March 2009
Neglect
It would be hugely helpful...if I could just start believing.
I thought I had.
Turns out old habits die hard.
I thought I had.
Turns out old habits die hard.
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