Bottle in my hand

 

walking away

Sitting with a bottle in my hand,

watching the woman I love

fall for another man.

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In Our Time

 


In our time

your presence

has shined,

and glowed

a fluorescent warmth;

everything seems in shadow

when your presence

does not glow.

Always remember to forget,

the things that made you sad.

But never forget

the things that made you glad.

Always remember

the troubles that have passed away,

but never forget

the blessings that come each day.

 


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My GOODREADS

I have recently signed up with GOODREADS. I saw the website appearing on every book review I looked at. I finally caved in and made an account. 

I have added my list to the side, if you’re on a computer, or below, if you’re a phone or tablet.

I have reviewed about a third of the books I have actually read. As you can see the list is short. One day, I will be up-to-date but for now you can just see the books I have reviewed so far.

If you have any recommendations, based on what I have read. Please comment, or if you want to discuss books, please do not hesitate to comment 🙂

Enjoy.

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Ma nin theM irror

Haunting blue eyes, absent mind staring

at the face in the mirror – staring back.

Furry brows resting above the eyes,

sharp-pointed nose, passed down by the one-night stand.

Cheeks, boney – forehead furrowed and wrinkled

too much for my age.

Long blonde wirehair,

teeth, chipped; lips, covered by hair – the problem.

Mouth, hungry; skin, leathered from overexposed sunlight.

 

I pause with the razor, hovering over my mouth.

the moustached man needs my attention.

But why? I ask him.

‘Food to feed the mouth,

cream to protect the skin,

cap to fill the tooth,’

The face in the mirror replies calm but stern.

‘But first your job interview.’

 

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Not Enough

What first made you study English?

A constant struggle for this position.

The idea of the mind; constructed and expressed through language.

This poet speaks of mankind, is he kind to man?

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Caged Bird

I speak but noone can hear

I flap but noone lets me out.

I want to fly,

free into the big blue thing,

sometimes it changes to dark.

that’s okay. I’d rather be

up high, away from this black prison.

Big things moving,

Help let me out I squawk

but no help.

Do I stay here till I die?

all I want to do is fly.

 

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Cold. Freezing cold

It was quiet but not anymore,

school holidays filled the absence.

The whoosing of driving cars,

steam from the hot road.

 

A stretch of trees – dull colours

dragged through the raindrops.

Birds chirped across the clouded sky.

Cold. Freezing cold.

The winter sky hugged the hills,

yet the moon is hidden

and I could not relax.
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