walking down the road
with flowers in my hair
humming familiar songs
forgetting life's unfair
running from a past
I'd sooner like to forget
flashing pictures of him
still live in my head
I try to block them out
still the stabbing pains
makes everything much harder
now here comes the rain
the lightning crackles
a sunbolt through the sky
I am getting soaked
my humming songs have died
the thundering song
echoes through the world
soaked through to the bone
my hairs no longer curled
the flowers in my hair
have all washed away
all of my hopes
in total disarray
the raindrops from the sky
have become the tears
I cant cry for myself
ever through all these years
I've lived a life of torture
refusing to leave me behind
something good's out there somewhere
it's yet for me to find
his broken liquor bottle
lays before me somehow
I didn't see the glass
my feet are bleeding now
it's been a long journey
a longer one's ahead
I wonder if I'll make it
Or if I'll get there dead
I picked fresh new flowers
braided them through my hair
I started humming songs
forgetting that life's unfair
Saturday, September 20, 2008
For My Grandma
Elma Elizabeth Irwin
February 2, 1915 - January 28, 2000
For My Grandma
Who was loved very much
With such a warm heart
Everyone she touched
Always warm and jolly
She had a tender way
So in our hearts forever
My Grandma will always stay
She'd greet you with a "howdy"
Her funny way of saying "hi"
She will always be remembered
So she will never really die
Although I'm sure shes happy now
Where we will see her again one day
I know she will miss us
As we do for her today
So Grandma if you're listening
Which I'm sure that you are
We love you very much
You're our bright and shining star
February 2, 1915 - January 28, 2000
For My Grandma
Who was loved very much
With such a warm heart
Everyone she touched
Always warm and jolly
She had a tender way
So in our hearts forever
My Grandma will always stay
She'd greet you with a "howdy"
Her funny way of saying "hi"
She will always be remembered
So she will never really die
Although I'm sure shes happy now
Where we will see her again one day
I know she will miss us
As we do for her today
So Grandma if you're listening
Which I'm sure that you are
We love you very much
You're our bright and shining star
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Cornflake Man
With his box of cornflakes
at his head
he sleeps in a broken-down bus shelter
unshaven*unloved
he is alone
a tub filled with ratty hairbrushes and toothbrushes
rests by his side
this bus shelter is surely his home
he starts to waken
then realizes
'I don't have to go to work today'
so he resides back
into his slumber
at his head
he sleeps in a broken-down bus shelter
unshaven*unloved
he is alone
a tub filled with ratty hairbrushes and toothbrushes
rests by his side
this bus shelter is surely his home
he starts to waken
then realizes
'I don't have to go to work today'
so he resides back
into his slumber
About a boy...
When we met
I fell for you
When I got up
You were gone
Getting up
Was far more painful
Than falling
I fell for you
When I got up
You were gone
Getting up
Was far more painful
Than falling
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