When the heart beats, others join too, a world one day will be united, I know that it could, when its on fire and there is nothing left, will you make sure you still reach for my hand? when the heart beats, others too, shall we see how far it could go? keep going till … Continue reading When the heart beats.
Dear, They whisper of socialism in the streets, Yes I repeat, The time is coming... The time is near, They whisper of good will, good cheer, You wouldn't believe the things we see and things we've seen. We didn't have to pack our kids off to the fields, the men didnt have to go off … Continue reading You wouldn’t believe
A long time, A long time, A long time, That took a long time, And it's put me off, Doing that again, Couldn't even remain friends, So much hurt, It's been a long time. I feel the climbing I've been doing, My muscles straining, I know I'm almost at the goal, No turning back now, … Continue reading A long time.
You said you wouldn't be like them, Come home from work , And ask why all the pots havent been done . Whilst I've been with the kids all day , You said you wouldnt expect that . You'd take the slack and be apart , Digging your nails and fingers into the sink , … Continue reading Becoming ghost.
It's a typical rainy cold Monday in November. The roads are manic and the streets are full of students, mothers with prams and rain covers, shopping bags attached to prams bashing and bumping about. The homeless man on the corner of Newland sat with bin bags protecting him from the rain. The bus was really … Continue reading I was anxious-Part 13- I don’t hate Mondays
He’s a mess He’s a mess so he’s healing Whilst time is slow to him It’s been a year to her He’s a state So he’s taking time away She’s discovering love for word play And performance poetry. He’s breaking down Giving all out And she tried a few times To get him to hear … Continue reading He’s a mess