If you could hear what I thought
And I could hear what you thought
And women could hear what men thought
And men could hear what women thought...
Relationships wouldn't last very long
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 5:34 PM UTC
Death had visited
Again
I was worried
He was becoming too familiar.
Perhaps if I moved away,
Kept my head down,
He would forget about me.
For a while
At least
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 5:08 PM UTC
'How did she die?'
They always asked that.
It annoyed me.
Once, I might have asked it too.
Now I realise
The question should be:
'How did she live her life?'
And the answer...
She lived it without fear
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 5:02 PM UTC
She said she had read my poem.
She said it made her laugh.
I thought the poem was incredibly sad.
One of us was emotionally broken.
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 5:25 PM UTC
I asked her if she hated me.
It was a safer question
Than asking if she still loved me
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 5:17 PM UTC
In the future we won’t eat food
There will be a pill
We won’t drink wine
Another pill
We won’t go out
We will be able to visit anywhere on Earth
And beyond
Via a headset
No one will write books or poems
The robots will do that for us
And the only thing people will talk about
Is the good old days
Before we ****** it all up
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 4:49 PM UTC
She wears a permanent frown
On her deep lined face
An unwanted trophy of a hard life.
New day, same story:
Morning paper
Handful of scratch cards
Scratching away as she walks
Expressionless
Probably no longer expecting to win
But willing to pay the small price
To hang on to the dream.
I wonder if she remembers
What the dream even is?
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 4:34 PM UTC
I need to go away, I said
I've done my time
Doing what's right
But now I need some time for me:
To refresh my soul.
One year from what I have left
Is all I ask
And that's not much to ask.
She thinks I'm joking
But I'm serious
And already dreaming
About how I will spend
My long days of freedom
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 2:23 PM UTC
Me: Imagine if it's your worst day ever,
Over and over for all eternity
J: That's not how it works!
Me: Who said so? Are you writing the rules?
She was silent
Probably considering the worst day she had ever had
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 5:49 PM UTC
This one hits me harder than the rest:
The horror of the grave
An eternity of nothing.
The futility of it all
Makes me feel like screaming
And running away
From everyone and everything.
There will be no more sleep tonight
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 5:27 PM UTC