I do not consider myself a writer,
I just like writing..

check out my attempts to read on camera..

http://www.youtube.com/user/TheChickenPoet
I do not consider myself a writer,
I just like writing..

check out my attempts to read on camera..

http://www.youtube.com/user/TheChickenPoet
Richard Shepherd
Richard Shepherd
Dec 24, 2014

Christmas
I remember it well
dolls on the fire
smashed aftershave bottles soaking the mantlepiece
mother seated reading a library book written in Latin with her back to
an open fire, her cardigan ablaze (she had no idea how to read Latin)
father..oh dear father
being the bastard he always was (and no doubt still is)
siblings squabbling
arguing
respite for me though
no sending outs today
and a bath to look forward to
the annual washathon was upon us
the table was set and we sat and we ate and... we laughed?
no

Richard Shepherd
Richard Shepherd
Dec 24, 2014

Sometimes I ask questions
correction
I'm constantly asking questions
unfortunately
to myself
for someone who asks alot of questions
I am ill equipped to provide any answers

Richard Shepherd
Richard Shepherd
Dec 14, 2014      Dec 16, 2014

Every time I catch your eye
mirrors search my soul
I feel the urge to stop and cry
as tumbleweed does roll
the filth and fury that lurks within
suggests I may be mad
I only see in black and white
just like my good ol' dad
BPD- oh yes that's me
or so it has been said
I'm not so sure
the label fits...
although it might when I am dead

Richard Shepherd
Richard Shepherd
Dec 14, 2014      Dec 14, 2014

Flesh filled visions
brains burnt out
pariah desire disease
punctured heart
shifted gaze
inconsolable disbelief

Richard Shepherd
Richard Shepherd
Nov 17, 2011

Its been seven long months since I kissed your lips
yet still I feel the pain
every day I reminisce
once more then twice again

I know we were not meant to be
I know you did me wrong
yet deep inside this heart of mine
I'll always play our song

until we met I never felt
the joy I felt with you
I never smiled with intent
in a life that was oh so blue

when we made love the stars did shine
heaven's angels danced with glee
my wanting love was satisfied
I was as happy as could be

alas the sun soon lost its warmth
cold winds and rains prevailed
and the dream I had dreamt for all my life
had crashed and burned and failed

I now find it very hard to cope
I guess you've long since moved on from this
but my heart still plays our loving song
and my lips still miss your lips

 
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