Watching YouTube vloggers incognito
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Following a certain someone on Twitter
Reading a book behind closed bedroom doors
Wearing a striped badge discreetly under the collar
Replacing stock shoelaces with rainbow coloured ones
I know broken,
Continue reading “Broken”
where insanity nearly takes over,
life of torment & no one to ever hold you.
I know broken ,
when you cry yourself to sleep each night,
when eggshells is your life.
I know broken,
Paper is a good listener
Continue reading “Paper Is A Good Listener”
With an eloquence serene
The scrawling nib that writes
The thoughts of what I mean
I lost my Parkrun newbie badge
Continue reading “The Running Bug”
At Oakwell Hall Parkrun in Birstall
It was the day before my birthday
So I was looking forward to cake
Curious minds scour the wreckage
Continue reading “What Were They Thinking?”
Pouring over the items they find.
‘What happened here?’ they cry
Eyes dumbfounded and minds confused
Let me breathe
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to save my soul.
Do not crowd
I’d rather drown.
I enter your room
Continue reading “Tryst”
and close the door behind me
You do not hear me come in
The silence wrapped itself around me, smothering senseless voice,
Continue reading “Judge Yourself”
Cocooning me in blissful calm from naked, nauseating noise.
Bitter envy clothed in praise, a blackened heart lauds acclaim.
Face to face sincerity, followed by disparity, blatant contrariety.