Cold, wet woollen jumper.
Soaked through.
The sound of the rain pouring down,
Is so cosy.
Leaves a smear of substance in its wake,
Washes everything away.
Everything.
Even my essence.… Read the rest
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Cold, wet woollen jumper.
Soaked through.
The sound of the rain pouring down,
Is so cosy.
Leaves a smear of substance in its wake,
Washes everything away.
Everything.
Even my essence.… Read the rest
Tears sit in my chest,
And behind my eyes.
A further move,
To cut you off,
Because I am,
Not willing to give,
Another opportunity,
To hurt me again.… Read the rest
Words for soothing my frayed soul,
And words for healing my tender mind.
Dive into a pool of words,
To bathe in their gentleness.… Read the rest
It hurts to think that this place of writing,
That this connection,
Could have hurt me so badly,
Could have made me so ill.
And that I only notice it now,
When my soul is asking to be healed.… Read the rest
Sitting in a beautiful sandstone space,
On a patch of grass under a tree,
With a view over Flinders Street Station to the lights beyond,
Is the feast of my senses that my psyche needs.… Read the rest
One show was enough tonight,
I need so much gentleness right now.
That is TWICE in less than a year,
That this connection has triggered a psychosis.
And now I need to heal,
With place, and feasts of the senses and nature.… Read the rest
A place for words, maybe.
Since the fuel is gone,
Even if you aren’t.
Not sure if I want to keep this tab open,
In my head.
Keep me around as a pet perhaps.
I am not sure I want to think about,
What you are doing tonight.… Read the rest
I left in a huff,
So, it would seem.
And yet it felt like you left first.
Or maybe that was the March Google update.
Hard to tell.
But, looking back,
I don’t see how this conversation is adding to my life,
It really is a lot of hot air,
Fuelled by electronic chocolate and an evocative soundtrack,
That no one but me hears.… Read the rest
So, I finished.
The story that was this year,
Before I removed it from this place.
One question struck me with some force as I read the last bits,
‘Who are you talking to?’
Maybe I have been making this whole thing up in my head.… Read the rest
Blah, blah, blah.
Quite literally!
For so much energy,
And so many words,
I don’t feel that we are in any way ‘closer’,
Than we were before I started.
And, so, what is the point?
Of this (predominately one sided) conversation on the internet?… Read the rest