How can you help another When you cannot help yourself? I have been asked that question many times By teachers, friends and family It's come in many different forms, different phrasings, but always the same intent. A small smile was always the response Perhaps a wry shrug But inside I was sure of the answer … Continue reading #32 – Pouring from an empty jug.
Hey guys, This post is not a poem or anything even remotely resembling one, so if you were expecting one I'd click off now. Instead, it's just a self-centred ramble of thoughts that have been floating round my head and I can't seem to get rid of. This post has no point, no message, no … Continue reading #31 – A day of overwhelm – a ramble on life and death.
Death. The next great adventure? Who knows All I know is that I'm ready for it I don't care any more I won't seek it out But equally, if death comes my way, I'm not planning to fight I'm happy to submit To lie down To finally take a rest Let my eyes close With … Continue reading #30 – Death.
The lump in my throat sits resolute A bottle cap perched precariously atop a turbulent scream The scream that always remains, but never escapes Barely restrained, yet still held fast. The pulse in my stomach beats steadily A timekeeper who bears a constant reminder It amplifies the churning feelings that whirl inside Rocketing around, yet … Continue reading #29 – A body at overwhelm.
Sometimes I think I want to die but that's okay As long as I keep pushing Keep giving myself the opportunity of tomorrow. People talk about death a lot Me? - I talk only of the pointlessness of life The futility of striving For nothing but empty achievements. After all, if we are all to … Continue reading #28 – Musings on death.
The silence is aching. Cold and deserted, It flickers But not with life It is pure emptiness Devoid of meaning Devoid of substance Cashmere folds slide over each other No noise Just smoothness No edges Just planes. It envelops and caresses Softly strokes It is oppressive, yet breath still comes Like drowning in air The … Continue reading #27 – Silence.
I feel as though I'm floating. F l o a t i n g nothing tethers me. Word are meaningless I dreamily push them away as they kiss my face Conversations that should go in Just drift past. S h h h h h It's all so quiet Yet so loud But I'm just floating … Continue reading #26 – Floating.
Fair warning: this is a ramble. It is not even the shadow of a poem. It's literally a stream of thoughts on a page, purely for cathartic purposes. I do not expect anyone to read it, nor do I expect anyone to care. I myself have not read back through it, or changed it in … Continue reading #25 – Shutdown.
So. I doubt anyone will ever read this. But if you do and you know me, please do not tell anyone. I can't force you not to, of course; but I hope and pray that you are a good enough human being to honour my plea. Not even my mum knows about this. And I'd … Continue reading #24 – Diagnosis.
"Please just go away. Just for a bit - please." I feel awful even thinking it - what kind of a friend pushes another away when they need you most? Certainly not me that's why I remain pretending it's alright pretending I don't mind acting like a counsellor acting like a carer giving sage advice … Continue reading #23 – I need a break.