thoughts

I have most of my thoughts while doing something else. Usually something that I should be concentrating on really. I have on occasion got out of the shower, lost in thought, only to discover I accidentally forgot to wash my hair (one of my main reasons for being in the shower to start with). Earlier…… Continue reading Thoughts

Home

I can’t write poetry. My brain is slightly addled by codeine as the pain was lingering long today. I’ve tried to assemble my thoughts but they keep running away. I am thinking of home, and how this was my home, my childhood home. Visiting is comfortable, like wearing old familiar clothes. Though things have changed…… Continue reading Home

filled

my mind is so filled with thoughts of many sizes fears and anxieties mundane and philosophical a constant chatter of head noise that I cannot speak for fear it will all leak out

lost for words

through haze of tired eyes and mind a glimpse a word a phrase just tipping on my tongue then lost to weary sigh and closing eye as busy thoughts and worries seep and all my words are filled with sleep

brambles

my head is full of brambles where thoughts get snagged and tangled up where worries catch and hang like flags all flapping in the breeze

self

stretched taut thin and delicate a fragile veneer over the endless circles of my unkind mind

birthday thoughts

unspecial the day arrives and I feel numb it’s just a day no fanfare no miraculous changes no nothing and I don’t feel special at all selfish wishes on my birthday I’m like a child wanting this to be my day wanting to be the centre of attention wanting others to make me feel special…… Continue reading birthday thoughts

butterfly words

thoughts and words s p i w r h a i l r and l f l u t t e r like b u t t e r f l i e s too fast to catch and pin on the page and I am too tired to give chase …

weary weather

thoughts whipped away by wind catch in trees too high to climb words washed out by rain collect in drains just out of reach and my weary eyes beg for mercy

House of Cards

my mind is stacked like a carefully built house of cards distant memories things to remember random facts times tables deep thoughts passing fancies all balanced on top of each other sometimes I fear that just one misplaced thought might collapse the whole thing old memories will fall off the edge as I struggle to…… Continue reading House of Cards