Blurry nights

There is a feeling in your knees like they just don’t want to work

Because they remember last night better than your brain.

Wondering, you scrape the back of your mind

Exploring every morsel of memory trying to get a proper bite.

You remember being somewhere, somehow,

Without knowing for sure how somehow you got there.

Your face searches to the left, willing a flash of light

And you bury your eyes in your hands again hiding from the unknown.

Something is vivid but only for a second,

Too soon it’s gone again leaving just the whiff of a clue,

And that aching feeling in your knees;

a reminder of a fuzzy night.

Beautifully stated

~anonymous~

“As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that 

wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will.

You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time.

You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken.

You'll fight with your best friend.

You'll blame a new love for things an old one did.

You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love.

So, take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.

Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin.”

No-one likes hospitals

There is a solemnity to the people you see in hospitals.

You see someone and don’t know why they are there,

Those people you see in hospitals.

Boredom seeps from the yawning mouths of

The people you see in hospitals.

Loss and blame writhes through the hallways,

While questions are answered and unanswered again

For the people you see in hospitals.

Pain and worry is shone like a light in their eyes,

Contagious fear rips through the healthy and patient .

Sorrow rises like smoke from the building, a beacon to all,

Reminding us how much we all hate, being

The people you see in hospitals. 

If the world owes you something............

If you don't like your life, simply burn it down

So you can start again from scratch,

From ashes and mud.

Attack the school that tried to teach you right from wrong,

To teach them a lesson they'll never forget.

Charge the church that offered you peace

And the club that volunteered to keep you warm and dry.

Rattle lampposts and up turn bins

To hammer home your well rounded argument.

Intimidate the buses that get you around,

And torch cars you dreamed you'd own,

If only life was “fair”.

If you are angry that your life didn't turn out exactly as you wanted,

Go straight to the source and make them pay:

The shops and businesses of your own sorry community.

Show them the injustice that bears down upon you

As you bear upon them, with violence and hate.

Stand up and take what's yours - an eye for an eye.

Take terror to the streets you live in,

Until they know exactly who you are.

And when you are finished, and you've made your case,

Stand up in court

And get just what you deserve!

Tomorrow is the 8^th of August

Tomorrow is another day, another year, another moment I have lost with you.

Tomorrow is a reminder that you’re not here and you should be.

It has come around again, too fast to believe.

And still, too long ago was the last time we smiled together.

Tomorrow will be yesterday soon and we will keep moving on.

Forward without you: it’s hard but we try.

Tomorrow is another day, just a day in the long, long year,

Tomorrow will come and go but Muv, your memory is always here.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6.......

Deep breaths calm me as the strip lighting burns my skin.

Warm air is passed across my body but my feet are cold

And full of doubt.

Eyes look down at me, smiling through masks

Repeating questions - already knowing the answers.

The faint smell of fear shrouded by disinfectant and germs

Tickles at my throat threatening a cough.

A rush of senses sweeps across my chest

- then black.

I'm drunk, I'm confused.

Arms restrict my hands as they check for my face.

Wheels turn and the ceiling moves,

Strip light after light.

It is done. I exhale.

Tears follow relief, follows more questions

- then pain.

Being home

I know the answer to the first question - nowhere

When will I - never.

Got to make do and do what I can

Be better, feel better, look better.

Looks matter more now.

All I have is that look in the mirror

- it smiled in the states,

A state of mind?

A state of madness and love and connection

But the connection's lost,

Even my Internet won't click.

Exchange is fleeting

Signal is weak.

Buses pass me by -

No one will take me where I need to go....

Who will?