The emotion-shaping balance board often given a wide berth capable of such destruction poor self worth enormous hurt depression and revoltion a reality check such tension or the long-awaited jolt needed to trigger revolution If you’re willing to let it guide you not abuse you spur you on allow the figures to seduce you intoContinue reading “The happy sad step.”
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Dust to dust
Ominous music plays gently in the background Thunder rumbles softly overhead I hear your voice and the chuckling of your laughter. “I’m going to ask you a questionand you won’t like it!” “Are you ready?” The end is drawing very near Indistinct conversations play out in Nirvana “Time to say the necessary, but I wouldn’tContinue reading “Dust to dust”
The end of a hard week
The pull of the pub and the pull of a pint to ease the pressure of a difficult week You may find a friend You may be alone You may just unwind to the random, background tunes fresh from the 90s or some other distant era Often people are loud as the alcohol dulls theirContinue reading “The end of a hard week”
The Dark Wood
Deep in the densely overgrown woods I stand Mistakes and misfortune litter the path behind me Ahead of me, I search for the light For an easier track free of the thorns that snag at my arms and the branches that reach out to pull at my hair Hoping for some companions to join meContinue reading “The Dark Wood”
Wishful thinking
Another non-storyIn the NewsWho slept with whom?Who’s got new shoes? Who cares?Not meWant the storiesWe can’t see Too much bullshitEvery dayCausing usTo look away Sold liesThe hidden truthDespairing forOur hopeless youth Life is fastBut days are slowAs on the gravy trainWe go Round in circlesIn our attemptsTo reach fulfilmentBe content Too much distractionNot enough sleepAllContinue reading “Wishful thinking”
My one desire
Ask me what I desire the most in my humble life right now And I would honestly proceed to tell you that I don’t need extra money I don’t care for a shiny new car My house is just about big enough for the four of us I lack neither food nor clothes nor meansContinue reading “My one desire”
Poetry for Dullards 