I've been writing!

Went into Wakefield today at 8pm in the evening.

Was glorious and sunny out, and I walked through town, and walked around the outside of the Hepworth Gallery.

While I was out I wrote 5 whole poems!!!!!!!

Was just looking at people and thinking about who they were and what they were doing out and about.

Old Man

Old man, missing tooth,

wonders what happened

To his youth

He sits alone

On the stoop

Rubbing his eyes

Until they droop.

He lost it all

To his pride

Took the fall

Because he lied.

And now he rots

Alone and cries

Ashamed of all the lost goodbyes.

Falling Down

Falling Down, Falling Down,

They’re getting drunk all over town.

Tomorrow they will want to drown,

Because of what they did up town.
 

Falling Down, Falling Down,

What happened last night will make you frown

Do you trust yourself up town

When you’re so close to falling down?
 

Falling Down, Falling Down,

Did you think yourself a clown

When what you did made you frown

When you turned to mush out of bounds.
 

Falling Down, Falling Down,

You can’t drink when you’re up town,

When what you feel has bent your crown

But you can’t stop, you’re falling down.

Trust

Can you trust someone

Who can’t trust their lies?

They’re escaping it all

Away from your eyes.

You don’t want to hurt them,

But you can’t stop.

You’re bent on destruction

Unbuttoning your top.

You see the collision,

But will you shy away?

Just a moment of madness

Or will you just stay?

You’re caught in the headlights,

Ashamed of your mind,

Looking for an outlet

And hoping they’re blind.

The Ritual

The ritual continue

They’re out on the lash

Drowning their sorrows

With misspent cash

It’ll continue tomorrow

And the day after that

The sheep they will follow

Until they are fat

They run through the market

They say that it’s through

What they did to him

They have done to you

The streets are real drama

They’re caught in the show

Exposing their weaknesses

Of the life they now know.

Setting Sail

A plan arose from my mind,

Of setting sail for the future

To see what I will find.

I have weighed the anchor,

Set the sheets to the wind

Aware that the moment

Will signal a change.

Fear is still present,

But it’s focused and honed;

Turning the keel

Towards my new home.