Within my room theres very little for a descriptive imagination
just a canvas shelfing unit, a single bed and a bag.
I would go on and on but that is all that I have.
The bed that I sit upon is without a duvet cover.
the pillowcase doesn't match the sheet but alas I have no other.
The walls are bare and lifeless with no colour aire in sight.
The light within the room flickers, like a lampost awaiting the night.
The canvas shelfing unit that above I did foremention,
has a ricketty frame and needs some; careful love and attention.
it has a certain character. like a frail hunchbacked old man
unable to fully stand up straight but trying the best he can.
The bag is sat dormant in the middle of the room, it makes it feel lived in
and homely, I presume.
Yet every night I enter here and feel a sense of despair
but what am I supposed to do
when that is all that I have there.

What's that sound?
a creaking in the hall
it's getting closer
I can sense it I'm sure

what's that noise?
I'm sure something's there
coming along the hallway
just past the stairs

is the door handle turning?
oh gosh I'm so scared
wished I'd left the light on
then I'd be more prepared.

What is that bright glow coming through the door?
I close my eyes
imagining they'll never open anymore

then a
hand
touches me
it's
breath
can be heard
a
kiss is planted
on my forehead
and I hear...
just, two words.



'Sweet dreams'



I open my eyes and through the darkness I see
there was nothing to be afraid of
Just my Mum coming to say night night to me.

the darkness may have worsened my fears of monsters tonight.
but I now know for the future
I'll always have a light.

Sat waiting the lights glare piercing and penetrating through my closed lids
Unaware of the hand tenderly caressing my fingertips
The warmth passes over them like a pause in the summer breeze
It's like I am not alone, this hand will not release
It will not release me from it's clinging grip
it's distance shall not decrease.
Forever it shall remain
My support.

Heaven is up
Hell is down
She'll send you crazy
He'll send you round

Up are the birds
Up is the sky
Up theres a rainbow
Up there I can fly

Down with angst
Down with deceit
Down with rules
Down to a beat

Crazy in love
Crazy like me
Crazy for you
Crazy, crazy.

Round the twist
Round the bend
Round the corner
And round again

Heaven is up
Hell is down
She'll send you crazy
He'll send you round.

Tried to send some proper flowers
Went to post them, it didn't work.
Just left there waiting.
Petals strewn around me, felt like a right berk.
So here's the best I could manage to send you a birthday wish
Just some folded up paper in a flower shape
Oh yeh an a kiss... X

If love was a hat, I'd wear it
If love was a sweet, I'd share it
If love was cold, I'd keep it warm
If love was homeless, I'd shelter it

If love got angry, I'd calm it down
If love was sad, I'd turn the frown around
If love got ill, I'd restore its health
If love was poor, I'd share my wealth
If love felt grief ,I'd give it my shoulder

If love asked me for anything,
If love requested a single ring.
If love wished for a happily ever after.
If love desired just one small kiss.
If love wanted me, I wouldn't miss
the chance for love to be returned

**I will leave no stone unturned.

Wish upon a star
Or candles on a cake
Wish for a better life
Wish upon your fate
Wish that you made a better choice the wish before
Wish that you could wish that wish once more
Wish for everything to become all right
Wishes upon wishes used every day and night
Life ain’t something you can just wish away
Life is a thing that you live day by day
Life goes on, and wishes are just dreams
Life is real, and granted wishes will never mean
That your life will go sailing on the calm,
Wishes can’t stop you coming to harm
Harmed in feelings or physically either
Wishes won’t help you, not from either
So don’t make a wish or a promise you can’t keep
Don’t believe in fate, or always make the peace.
Just let life settle out the bad parts
Because when it comes down to it a wish can’t mend a heart
But time can and that’s what we get in life
So don’t make a wish
Just go.
Make your Life.

Delving deep into the minds eye
Looking for hidden memories locked up inside
Will they reveal the darkest of truths
Or the most happiest of thoughts
Shall they be simple, or plain or bland
What will be the first that comes to hand
A memory of childhood?
A memory of grief?
A memory of you?
Or a memory quite brief?

Shall it be a moment
A snippet or snapshot
Of a time gone by and missed
Shall it be a moment
A snippet or snapshot
Of a time when joy was felt

Is a photograph all we have to remember these things that linger somewhere inside
Or is our brain protecting that left in our minds eye.
Surely it knows the secrets kept
The memories of its youth
But if it is locked up safe why do we seek the proof

A memory is a memory because its not forgot
It's not a festering carcass that has been left to rot.
It is something we hold dear
And sometime, after some years.
To the front of your mind they shall come

And when you get that reminder you'll be able to tell your loved ones

All about the days
You used to sit about, and run, and play
Then these will become part of them that they may re-tell one day

P** sychological perturbed by a fear of here and now
A gitated and on edge , weary of those around
N ever settled in any given circumstance
I ntimidated and full of worry, fear and
C autiousness, that is hidden behind a bravado.

The mundanity takes its toll
nothing to do whilst in this hole
Boredom ensues and fun departs
I hate this.

Wake up from a dream
To find yourself alone
Sat in a bed
In a place that you call home
Yet home is not a building, a shelter or a hive
Home is were you should feel safe, warm and alive
They say home is where the heart is
And my heart it lives with you
They say home is where the heart is
And I speak these words true
Home is where I lay my hat, my shoes, my coat, my head
Home is not really all that
Just a roof, walls and a bed
Without the warmth of another my house would just sit bare
A sturdy structure with no-one to care
So sturdy becomes stable, then stable to forlorn
Deserted and derelict
Until another is foresworn
Foresworn into the structure
The structure of my house
The structure of my life
And what I’m about
With the warmth of another it is derelict no more
It begins a decoration, a restoration, a change
A change for the better
The better of my heart
The change for one other and the chance for
A life to start.

You're as sweet as strawberries
You're as fruity as white wine
You're as elegant as a red rose
God I wish you were mine
I love your cheeks,
I love you smile,
I love your eyes
gazing deep into mine
I think of you hourly,
I miss you daily,
I dream of you nightly,
You drive me crazy
What I would give to see you.
What I would endure to hug you.
What I would go through to kiss you.
If you k we you'd think I was crazy.

steps were heard
they became distant
she had left me.

When the sunshine glares through a crack in the blind
Draw open the ******* and look upon mankind.
Its there.

coping? not.
crying. shoulder.
comfort? got.
friend. there.
always. found.

A friend can be many things;
Someone whose, close at hand
Someone who, will always help you
through troubles you can't stand.
Can't bare to face ,
Don't want to speak of.
These are the friends that dreams are made of.
But also friends can be made up of memories from the past.
Those strong enough to stand the test of time...
those memories that last
So even if you have a friend, someone whose life may not cross your path
You can still always think back on the times.
the times they made you laugh
Because what are friends for, other than to cheer you up when in need.
As if they are able to do it from a distance,
that is a true friend indeed.

Poignancy is a myth
and myths aren't spoken.
They're written.

We** are all here for a purpose.
that purpose is...

I leave for a while and try to look ahead
But there's this little voice saying remember what you've left
There's always something that resides at the back of my mind.
It's constant.
It's you.