Blog about my hobby of writing. This includes poems and short stories, these are all written by me and are a reflection of my life and experiances. Hobby- "an activity or interest pursued for pleasure or relaxation and not as a main occupation, a spare-time recreational pursuit."
Frosty wintertime
A tired mother sleeps
In spite of the noise
In spite of their needs
In spite of the ending, all too near
In spite of all she did, never enough
He was filled with spite
Took too much to stay
Gone from their life, the best for them all
Not the best place or time, should not have been seen
Hang like a rag doll
Deconstruct that...
Christmas
Burning sun
Burnt meat
Christmas carols
Too much chocolate
Worn out
The heat
Need more beer
Christmas
Our lives are full of trust, our world revolves around trust.
Should we really be so trusting?
This morning
Making my breakfast, I trusted that the bread was not poisoned, the jam not full of drugs.
Picking up my laptop bag, I trusted that the strap would not break.
I started my car, trusting that nobody had planted a bomb under it over night.
Driving out on to the road, I trusted that other drivers would obey the road rules.
I stopped for petrol, trusting that it was petrol I was putting in my car and not water.
Finally I drove over a bridge to get to work; I trusted it would not collapse under me.
I was trusting people that I didn’t know.
Items I didn’t make.
I believed that most people in society are good and wish to do me no harm.
Yet here at work, with people I know, I can’t trust them
Passwords and codes
Locks on doors
Policies and procedures
Locked down rights
Logging and filtering
How said is this.
I trust those I don’t know.
Yet don’t trust those I do know.
I was walking down the road today; I trusted that nobody would stab me.
At 2am on a Saturday morning I might not be so trusting, why?
We trust the banks to look after our money, should we?
Our trust is placed in faceless companies, ran by faceless men.
We don’t know them and they don’t know us but we still trust them.
In most cases we don’t have any choice.
Our society tells us to trust those we don’t know but not to trust those closest to us.
I don’t trust people I should, how can I? Why should I?
I was always a trusting person, I grew up at a time when this is what you did.
Stories of kids being abducted, murders and crime seemed so far away.
Now I am older I know the world is not as nice as it seems, when seen through a child’s eyes.
Our world is full of people you want to harm you.
Our world is a dangerous place.
Now I am not so trusting, the world has done this to me.
If you can find somebody to trust, keep them close no matter what.
But if they break your trust, be sure to make them go.
If you don’t have trust, you have nothing.
That storm hit hard, not in the forecast.
You were only going out for me. I had to have it NOW.
Why didn’t I tell you to wait, tomorrow would have been fine.
The police said it came out of nowhere, nothing you could have done.
Washed away with the bridge, gone forever, never mine again.
All for a packet of chips.
I didn’t get them anyway.
Will his friend come today?
People passing by, looking at him
He tries to smile, his smile is broken
Just like his heart
Kids playing on the grass
Families out walking, happy, enjoying life
He had a family once, before they forgot about him
Sitting for hours, the day coming to an end
Pulling his coat a little tighter
Trying to keep the cold air out
His friend has still not arrived
The street lights come on
A kind lady approaches him, looks at his bracelet
Shortly the bus arrives and two nurses come to get him
Back on the bus and taken back to the home
They are mad with him, how did he get out this time?
They tell him that his friend is dead; he has been for 15
years
He knows his friend is dead, everyday he is reminded of
that
For years they would met on the steps, every day at noon
Lunch together and a stroll around the park
He is trying to go back to that happy time
It will never happen
He drifts off to sleep, hoping to not wake up
He wants to join his friend again, in the better place
How he got to the
light house, he does not know
He drove his car but
it is all a blur
Why he is here breaks
his heart in to pieces
The view from the
light house car park is stunning, across the sea
Many times he has
been here before; he found it a great place to just think
His life has been
destroyed, his family is all gone
He is a failure, he
let them all down
He thinks about how
he should have protected them, he didn’t keep them safe
Instead of playing
golf, he should have been with them in the car that day
He might not have
saved them, but at least he would have died too
That would have been
better than what he has had to do
Last week he said good
bye to his wife and son for the last time
That drunk driver was
to blame, lucky he died too
The tears well up, he
is a mess, people have tried to help, they can’t understand
With the sky turning
red as the sun is setting, he sets off down from the car park
He walks with the urns
to the edge of the rocks and the sea
Opening the lids he
scatters their remains
The ashes blow in the
wind, they are now free
He jumps off the
rocks in to the sea; he is joining them today, now he is free
Why must we hurt?
Why must we cry?
Why did it happen?
Why did you die?
You were my friend and the one I loved
You had a bright future
You could have done anything
You decided to die
I miss you smile
I miss your eyes
I miss our time together
I miss you since you died
My life is over
My life is done
My life has finished
Now I too have decided to die
Drops on my window
Trees dripping wet
Tapping on the roof
Wind blowing
Splashing in puddles
Cars driving slow, windscreen wipers
going in time
Grumpy shoppers
Umbrellas and coats
A leak in the roof, bucket needed
Warm coffee, heater on
Movie on TV
Junk food
Flashing lights
Accident
Car written off
She is dead
Lives changed
When is it enough?
The pain grows each day, tearing me down
My defenses gone, given up
When is it enough?
Always in the wrong
Tired of fighting
Enough of everything, everyone and this existence we call life
I have just had enough
