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Is this the place
I really doubt it
Will people see
I hope they do
Can words speak
What will  they say
Is there a touch
Do I need warmth
Will I be judged
Am I the jury
Where is the release
Is it in the night
Is it in the dark
Is it in my end
I am glad i didn't closed the windows.
The road noise disturbed my thoughts
It was raining heavy and fast
Though I tried i could not get warm
Streams flowing down the roadside
Dead leaf rafts tumbled by
I saw a bee shake the rain off its wings
A butterfly rushed for shelter
Snails wiggled their antenna joyfully
A blackbird drilled for worms
Spiders webs sparkled like fine crystal
Its amazing what you can truly see
When you have locked yourself outside.
I found myself day dreaming
That I was day dreaming
About day dreaming
Luckily a sorcerer
Saved me with magic
With a wisdom of ages
He spoke the words
That brought me back
Fares please and have correct change
Dream over.
I dont know if I'm writing poetry or just stuff thats stuck in my head??
If regrets were cheese
My last name would be Cheddar
If style was intelligence
My first name would be Failure
If looks were financial gain
My middle name would be Broke.
If luck was a hand in poker
Then I would be holding a royal flush
Because this royal flush found
Failure Broke Cheddar
Changed my name to
Mr Mozzarella
Thank you
Going to expand this as I think I can work/word it better
I don't want to get out of bed.
Its 04.00 am
I don't want to leave this sanctuary
Its 04.05 am
I don't want to get dressed
It's 04.10 am
I don't want to draw the curtains
Its 04.15 am
I don’t want to make a coffee
Its 04.20 am
I don’t want to go out side
Its 04.25 am
I don't want to scrape the window screen
Its 04.30 am
I don't want to drive to work
Its ....... hang on
Its my day off
Zzzzzzzzzz
Revolution a want you think you so
World the change to want all we
Younger was i when
Today than younger much so
Man egg the am i
Walrus the am i
You love me make you oh
Week a days eight
Submarine yellow a in live all we
Submarine yellow, submarine yellow
Station a in train a on yourself picture
Ties glass looking with porters plasticine with
Just a bit of nonsense Stanley Unwin style
I wish I could go back in time.
Correct the errors in my prime
But correcting one destroys another
And the good I would not want to smother
So for all the mistakes I have inflicted
At least three time lines I have predicted
Cheated on the first wife
That error I would correct
But cheated on second wife
That error I would correct
But cheated on third wife
That error I would correct
But not every correction
Is a mistake on reflection
What i didn't realise
Is where the problem lies
So now I know I'm the mistake
I have to stop and make the brake
So back in time I speak to my dad
Tell him not to get  real mad
Explain on this night with my mother
Make dam sure your pens has a cover
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