MrPeterJThomas
I started to blog, as I often found myself with nothing to say in company, whilst full of thoughts when I was on my own. It is difficult to communicate with society. I was frightened what people would say. It is a fear that is crippling. / / I decided to write things down as there are only so many conversations you can have with yourself before becoming sick of the sound of your own voice. This is true even when you do different accents. / / These words stare into my very existence, they demonstrate my ridiculously dizzy and dark sense of humour. I take very little time to create my posts, they are a snapshot of what I think at that moment, before my stimuli seeking mind is off again, whirring like an uncontrollable pigeon in a hurricane. / / If I can help others, I will ultimately help myself. Giving joy is fab. One day, somebody may give some back to me. / / I suffer in the shadow of despair, but deep down I know that there is no shadow cast without the light and warmth from the sun.
A time for much reflection,
To look back with pronounced fear,
On all the things that we regret,
Oh great, it's a New Year.
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 11:57 AM UTC
Clubbed to death
bludgeoned,
Life suddenly cut short,
The motive well
is unknown,
Perpetrator still not caught.
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 10:05 AM UTC
Nature's transformation,
As the hills
woods,
and glens
are shepherded into
their seasonal
changing rooms,
each coming
out
entirely
unrecognisable.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 8:29 AM UTC
Blood clotted tissues,
Full of blood
clotted
tissue,
I find
myself
waiting,
In the
waiting room....
Again.
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 12:13 PM UTC
I don't like
you
this
conversation,
My mind
flits
away
like a disturbed
fruit
fly,
Then I miss
your
comment,
Trouble returns,
Rewind
repeat.
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 2:18 PM UTC
Friday is upon us, our hearts of full of glee, what wonders will the weekend hold, we'll have to wait and see
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 9:38 AM UTC
Cuts in the clouded sky
reveal flashes
blue,
Like moth riddled bed sheets
I see the world beyond,
and it me.
Am I looking out
or they in?
Such silken threads,
bare like my
skin.
Before long,
too long
grey returns
and my mood
as night
darkens.
It was never meant to be
so
black.
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 9:27 AM UTC
Stare downward, keep on looking,
Be sure you do not miss,
The silent thoughts and secrets
of my mind, in the abyss
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 1:03 PM UTC
What's hidden far beneath us,
What lies there underground,
Appears at night so silently,
A silent death we've found
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 12:58 PM UTC
Flickering
wick,
Burning
quick,
Candle
light,
Versus
night
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 12:38 PM UTC