I have written a lot of things
but it's nowhere near to everything
that I could once do
because of you
I stopped
starting something new
because I didn't believe in anything
but it's not now me that's perishing
and thoughts become few
a conclusion I drew
I swapped.

There should be a way
to just save thoughts and
feelings
automatic
come back
with no setting
just there
a thought on the air.
I've lost mine
and it won't come back
exactly as I needed
to say.
Lost
but with support and
if this were
entwined in
everything
you can redo and rewind.
Hello!
It's Poetry xxxx

# most apps save and you don't lose

Trudy sits sipping cocktails
Watching the passers by.
The girl with the Botox, false eyebrows to match,
The ****** old codger, with his hand on her ******.
They swan right on past
Ignoring the view.
No-one knows why
She's invisible to you.
But she doesn't care, she points one finger in the air,
She'd rather look at the sky.

Hello there?
Hi to you.
Tell me now -things that you do?
Of course I will - I don't know you!

You have a ruler, a cane, a whip?
Most of the time it's Biff and Chip!
Dress in skirt and blouse so tight?
That's what keeps me up at night!

No-one there?
Goodbye to you!
Why not ask about the things I do?
Of course I won't - it's not true!

You have cash, a car and no snip?
Most of the time you are the drip!
Wear your heart upon your sleeve?
It's what I call I liar - oh please!

She painted a disguise full of colour
grey, green, pink and red.
A mask of flesh to cover
thoughts, bruises, dreams in her bed.  
She laid it carefully on paper
buff
no black text on white
blurry
images
mixing with her head.

It took time to mix and caste
ideas, thoughts, rhymes and tears.
A shield to confront her innermost
magic, demons and heart of fears.
She wrote with a pen on the
left
the left that is left and not your right
early
pictures
where she treads more near.

In amongst dark clouds
A slice of orange gives you hope
But there a scars there
Deep and red
That fade to yellow
And then they are gone!

Shadows whisper memories
Of urgent conversations
Slowly gliding away
One, two, three speech bubbles
Fading into the unknown
And I'm shouting!

Lines change, directions change
We all change in a world of change
So why does that bird fly
Fearless into the unknown
Into the darkness, a dark cloud
And not worry about the return!

I don't play ping pong
green with no surface
to bat it back and forth
over a net that I cannot find.
I don't play those games
life with no strings
to say it back and force
white lies and
anonymous things.
I like juggling
*****
so have the decency
to say one day they might
be yours!

I wonder what might be going on in your tiny mind
little black fly as you land in a glass of chilled white wine?
Do I let you drown in a Yellow Sea or rescue you and set you free
to enjoy the intoxication
as you try to fly away?
Or will I use my finger to push you deeper and squeeze
the life out of you
why?
death could be sweeter.

I like doing the Maths with you
Our one plus one
Adding some
Making three
Our minds free.

I like hearing the voice in you
My one minus none
Needing no-one
Breaking free
We are three.

I like being myself in you
Feeling words come
I am someone
Being ME
Can it be

You understand
My equations
My sensations
My dilations
My inhabitations

Can you
Should you
Would you
Make My X
Equal Y

You gonna try
To be the same
Or play a game
Or just apply
The equation.

I don't want relationships
based on bonds or strings
or things that make me
               tied
                        down
let
        me
                 drown
                                 in
my
            own
                         imaginings.

I don't want friendships
based on falseness or lies
or spies that make me
                  hate
                             love
let
         me
                    suffer
                                   ­ in
my
              own
                              ties.

I don't want a kinship
based on trust and hopes
or jokes that make me
                   smile
                                cry
have
            me
                       hang
                                       on
my
                   own
                                    ropes.

Rattle along to our own sound
You and I
Unleashing brains
Still wrapped in chains
Avoiding the rain
And smoky grounds
That are
Getting us high.

Cheeseburger exchanged for one pound
He and I
Describing pains
Down country lanes
Avoiding the train
And busy Towns
Who are
Making us cry.

Guitar strings so loud we are drowned
You and I
Cutting veins
No one who gains
Avoiding the sane
And white gowns
They are
Keeping us dry.

one time and times three makes you
fifteen a daughter
please smile you don't know I do

Can I love the you in me
Saying things to set ourselves free
Sitting silent
Lonely at times?

Can I hear the sound of your voice
Words we say and don't rehearse
Feeling lonely
Steady at times?

Will we be a prefect two
Sailing off and into the blue
Swimming softly
Under at times?

Will you reach the deep in me
Touching gently what you don't see
Smiling violent
Hiding our crimes?

2 day
My 3
Arrive at yours at 11
To number 35?
There was no light,
10 houses up I'm told
45.

2 stay
My 3
Park up outside at 11
To number 45?
That was quite right,
3 numbers up I'm told
48.

1 say
My 3
Press the white bell at 11
To number 48?  
There was no fight,
2 streets left I'm told
50.

1 play
My 3
Call kids home at 11
To number 50?
We have no might,
1 Father left I'm told
0.

2 day
My 3
Child is gone at 11
Daughter at 0?
So we must write,
A Mother left I'm told
100.

Called  you so many times I
Black and Blue you laugh
999 I'm in the bath.

Single
Or in a bundle
Either way
I think I have been
Selling myself
Too Cheap.
The hammer starts it
0
Following
Words.
Start the bidding
It could be
Priceless.

You carve out initials and lines
Painting them in a multitude of colours
Red, yellow, pink and green
Letters lined up to make a name
Or perhaps two firsts just  joined together
Writing your & backwards.

I cry out for words and rhymes
Playing with them in an assemblage of syllables
Orange and purple and blue
Expressions ordered up to create a poem
Or maybe few thoughts just linked together
Writing my life backwards.

Today I went on a very long DRIVE
FRIENDS we have to keep us alive
Plan and be sure that I WILL arrive
Certain things can help us SURVIVE.

TODAY I was brave and took my car
Always NERVOUS about going too far FOLLOW a route or almost a star
Destination on my RADAR.

Today I LAUGHED and did not cry
Much TIME wasted to lay and to sigh
And NOW I sit and wonder why
Minutes, hours you cannot BUY.

Advertise
Put it on
A line.

Package
In there you
My memory.  

Wrap
In soft Bubbles
Tight shut.

Send
To best buyer
It ends.

Today I drove to have coffee
With  you.
You cancelled on me
But we saw it through.
Wasn't giving up on a friend
I once knew.
Saw the scars and
Knew it was true.
And though it's not visible I have
Hurt there too.