Wipe your shoes first before coming in
And keep them in the hall
So if leaving, there won't be footprints
No mess left behind at all
So if you leave, no trace left on my skin
No drama for us to recall.
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 2:28 PM UTC
Jack and Jill went up to Lidl
To queue for toilet paper
Jack got bored and soon he snored
Jill's patience was much greater
Jill queued on and moved along
Until allowed to enter
She found a pack and on the way back
Kicked Jack with pent-up anger.
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 7:53 AM UTC
Lying on the rare
Psychedelic river named
Thames, I wept for life.
My mother called last
Night. She said Thames messes with
You, causes cancer.
She suffered from renal
Failure, after doing the same.
That is why I wept.
The cool, brown water
Washed over me. It rinsed my mind.
It tames me from me.
Revelation strikes
My heart, maybe I should leave
And never look back.
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 5:26 PM UTC
If I could,
I would call upon you
and tell you that the reasons why you are beautiful
As yellow meets black, turns night
We gaze in wonder at the city beneath the heath
As amber leaves branches, fall ever near
We crunch and repeat with our feet to the beat
As cracked hands cup coffee in shelter
We nod flick leftover shrapnel to them.
As wisened minds, ask us for guidance
We bravely seek to give the help they crave.
I would remind you that this is why life’s worth living.
I will conquer the world for you, my dear.
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 3:29 PM UTC
I am worth that laughter, that comes from within,
The kind of *** that’s bruised lips, and tender skin,
I maybe the bottom of an empty glass,
But I am not the bottom of anything.
I will not always be kind, I will be the bark that bites.
Sometimes I'm shy, I ask you to have patience to realise
May I find the strength to let it pass
Never having to apologise.
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 3:22 PM UTC
No-one knows how fragile you are until you dance in the rain.
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 3:17 PM UTC
I remember when
We kissed goodbye to dutch courage.
After we tasted salt of your ocean blue
In the cracks of our tears.
Before I snatched visions of our future
From the hand you refused to let go.
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 3:07 PM UTC
There is always warmth in the house I call home.
If you look close enough, there are children running around, wide-eyed, and free.
If you look close enough, there’s a glimpse of a boy idolizing his family, sitting in a tree.
Someday, I’ll create my own warmth and call it home…
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 3:05 PM UTC