Love is in your laughter
Love is in the oxygen you breath
Love is on your lips
Let me laugh
Let me gasp
Let me taste your love
Make you laugh
Give you life
Kiss you soft and sweet
Play and dance
Sing and shout
Kissing all night long
Playful
Kind
& sweet I bite
No longer a door away
we have our little worries
about the other day
we say our little sorries
it only shows we care
& we will be there
for the bigger worrys
and the bigger sorrys
Midnight can be
my golden hour.
It is late
But mind must write.
Pour, leek, radiate.
No guilt
or worry.
There’s a quiet
lorries whisper
motorbikes blare
but nothing to do
but sleep
or write.
a muddle is my mind
filthy water to the brim
thoughts, slop
mouth gushes
toes wet, legs jelly
slip, fall upwards
crossed eyes, lids tight
vision scattered polka dots
when can i be
better not this or this
lips, smile, eyes bright
a wave hello
why cant i be
that and not this
I realize if people read a blog they sort of expect consistency. Not: a blog post here, a review there, a poem here etc. I should pick an avenue and try and stick to it. Especially if I want to improve in a specific writing area. I think book reviewing may suit me well. It would encourage me to read more and think more about what I am reading. I often just move onto the next book with little reflection. I will finish my book today – perhaps I could write a review for that one in my next post? The book is actually about a critic (of film not book)!
Sleep is great when you’re in it
horrible when you resist it
and annoying when you want to stay up all night writing non-poems and reading and you end up holding sleep in contempt why do we reply on it and why do I never feel ready for it until 5am can you just not why is there not a sleep pill that regenerates your mind maybe sleep is a conspiracy to keep us from knowing the real issues no I tried not sleeping and I went clinically insane lets not do that again but why oh god I should be asleep but sleep sleep go away
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