Posts Tagged ‘reality’

neverland

Posted: January 26, 2020 in poetry, Uncategorized
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in neverland the sun never sets
the moon sits on a cloud in the sky
there is no beginning or end just
a rush of endless energy as you flow
over the moors and fields nothing can
stop you not even the ice encrusted
pool that you skillfully pirouette
across. everything is easy and endless
in neverland a land where it is you
and nature for eternity, a land where
you never go hungry, never need to
stop, a land that is out there sometimes

if

Posted: January 25, 2020 in poetry, Uncategorized
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I made checkmate and the tyrant died
I bought every property and won the lottery
I sank the battleship and saved the country
I solved the deck and the climate was fixed
if only all problems could be solved so easily

tomorrow land

Posted: January 22, 2020 in poetry, Uncategorized
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a land we dream of
in sweaty anticipation
of what we will and
will not do planning
our escape from the
monotony of our reality
never realising that
tomorrow land is a
place we will never
get to visit or see
tomorrow land is just
beyond the end of
our fingertips almost
within reach but as
far away as the land
of Xanadu


My doctor never asked me how I was feeling, why I felt that way or what had made me come to see him. He never asked me if I needed support or directed me to services that could help me. He just gave me pills to numb reality and sent me away. Another person on the conveyor belt of depression where the only winners are the pharmaceutical companies who make billions every year from people unable to cope with life.

between

Posted: January 17, 2020 in poetry, Uncategorized
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between now and then
is the here and now
constantly moving
never stopping
forever shifting
infinitely changing


what was life like
before the headaches
back in the stillness
of a hot July day
i remember thinking was
clearer, sharper, faster,
more focused, more…real
now things are…
cloudy, slow, blurry,
confusing sometimes
less important, less meaningful,
sapping all the energy i have
getting the washing up done
is an achievement someday’s
whereas before the headaches
it was five forgotten minutes
just like that hot day
in July is now…


It’s the day when dreams come true. My first day at big school, Tong Comprehensive. I remember looking at Tong when I was at Holmefield First and dreaming of what it would be like to go there, be there, feel so grown up, feel like an adult. And now that day has come, I’m here. I stand in the playground surrounded by children and teachers. Everybody seems to know what they’re doing. Except me. I am in the eye of a storm. I don’t know what to do or where to go. I don’t feel grown up, I don’t feel like an adult. I feel adrift in space, floating like a piece of driftwood in the ocean. Is this what it’s like to grow up and be an adult? Lost and not knowing what you’re doing or where you’re going or what you want? If it is take me back to that moment when I looked over at Tong and dreamed of going there. I knew where I was that day, I knew where I was going, I knew what I wanted. Take me back to that moment when life was to be enjoyed and not now when life is a continuous series of never ending storms taking me everywhere but where I want to be.


Dad had a good job at the Co-op warehouse. It was easy to get to, only 10 minutes walk from home and the wages were decent. We bought a colour TV, music centre and other bits to bring us into the 20th century. I was happy at school and playing with my new friends. Mum was happy with her part time cleaning job. Everything seemed fine. More money for dad meant more to spend on beer and consequently late nights and days off work. Eventually it all caught up with dad and he was sacked from his job for persistent days off. Alcohol had taken over his life and now it had a knock on effect on ours too. Less money meant less for food, bills and little treats. Dad continued drinking, sometimes going missing for days, coming home with cuts, bruises and torn clothes and no memory of what had happened. If only dad could have kept off the alcohol or at least drunk in moderation things might have been very different, but I’ll never know. I only know the reality that I lived through and can only guess at the reality that might have been.

seconds

Posted: September 4, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
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making the most of every second
before they float away on the breeze
following the path over the moors
gone before you have time to breath
on the breeze of a autumn day
life is short, time is fleeting
make the most of every second
before you realise you’ve missed them
and you can never catch them again


searching for a key
yet to be cut
to fit a lock
rusted by time
to open a door
that leads nowhere