I'm so hungry,
my eating urge inside,
can't get that full feeling,
my craving never subsides
I snack on rubbish,
to wile the time away,
quickly it is over,
soon craving comes again.
craving, craving, craving,
maybe I should be praying,
doing something worthwhile,
what I can't decide.
now eating till I'm bloated,
filling in the gaps,
with rum, lime and coke abit,
my vision starting to laps.
soon the meandering mind,
emptys of its thoughts,
music a distraction,
of some daily distraughts.
taking another sip,
the taste is much sweeter,
can't hide the bitterness,
of days, should be better!
No pain, no torture, no lament
just an uncomfortable moment,
I'll be fine in the morning,
I had to share my thought intent!
My words and thoughts inspired by life experience's, dreams and crazy notions. It is my muse and creative outlet, my interpretation of consciousness.
Friday, February 06, 2009
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Snow
I love the snow
It dampens the noise
makes the streets glow,
Brings joy to my heart,
Increases my blood flow.
Keeps me on my toes,
So as not to lose control.
To not fall flat on my arse,
And break any bones.
I love the snow,
Mad dinner tray riding,
Sliding down slopes,
Skidding down in tandem,
Holding onto my kid,
Who screams very loud,
So very excited.
We crash at bottom,
falling apart at the seams,
Bright rosie faced cheeks,
“Race you to the top!”
I love the snow,
Sprinkling my dog,
With flakes, he doesn’t know,
Unsure of what to do,
Shake them off?
Looking confused,
Why are they disappearing
and re-appearing?
Think he’ll chase one or two,
Something fun for him to do!
It dampens the noise
makes the streets glow,
Brings joy to my heart,
Increases my blood flow.
Keeps me on my toes,
So as not to lose control.
To not fall flat on my arse,
And break any bones.
I love the snow,
Mad dinner tray riding,
Sliding down slopes,
Skidding down in tandem,
Holding onto my kid,
Who screams very loud,
So very excited.
We crash at bottom,
falling apart at the seams,
Bright rosie faced cheeks,
“Race you to the top!”
I love the snow,
Sprinkling my dog,
With flakes, he doesn’t know,
Unsure of what to do,
Shake them off?
Looking confused,
Why are they disappearing
and re-appearing?
Think he’ll chase one or two,
Something fun for him to do!
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