Broken Cardboard Box; Box of Cardboard Broken

Broken cardboard box

Box of cardboard broken

Were you never, ever whole?

Were you never, ever complete?

And who broke you, cardboard box?

Always broken in half,

Or helplessly cut in two?


Broken cardboard box

Box of cardboard broken

Outside where the rain will always fall

But some day the sun will warm your face

Maybe not so broken

Broken not so much.

A Little Piece of Something

I'm terrified of the day when the memories of you aren't quite so easy to remember.
I question whether this would mean i'm forgetting you.

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1095 Days

How am i supposed to put into words
Things that i can only feel
How being empty burns -
A loneliness that keeps me up at night
How can i put into words
How much it hurts to miss you
And how many days it's been
Since i've seen you smile
How can i put into words
That grief consumes me from the inside
Hurts me so much i can no longer cry
How can i put into words
How it feels to always be missing someone
An empty hole -
And a gap that will never be filled.
How can i put into words
That everything reminds me of you?


1095 Days

The Despair of Sleeping.

Wide awake

My only thought is sleeping

Wide awake

My only dream is dreaming.



Fast asleep

My only thought is waking

Fast asleep

My only dream is sleeping.

This Poem Has No Title

This poem-y piece of writing is approaching 2 years old. It's been sat in my folder without a proper title ever since i wrote it. I struggle to make sense of what i was really trying to convey through it but i think the main theme is a feeling of uncertainity about your identity. Not really knowing who you are - thinking that you're someone else, and not the person you always thought you were. Not the nicest thing i've ever written!

Feeling alone within and not really there
Feeling lost and in a dream,
Feeling like you're no-one, but you're everyone
On top of the world, being someone.
Someone with meaning,
Someone with purpose -
A wish needed to fulfil
But you can't, and you won't,
Because they won't show you how.
You were never meant to walk three peaks
You were never meant to breathe the sea
You were never meant to be that person -
Who walked this life full of cares,
Who held the hand of the ones that cry -
You were the one, inside, who cried,
You were the one, within, who died,
And you will stand alone tonight,
You will fight a war in your mind,
Against the ones you doubt,
Against you, yourself, your own,
You hate, you deceive, you won't be who you need -
Too many times and you tell yourself,
Too many lies and you hurt yourself,
Be free, you say, and let it go -
Just feel it go, hold it and watch it go
Be alone - be all alone,
Be free of the life you never had and was never real
Let yourself feel.
Let yourself be real.
And hold it down,
Cut it down,
Break it down.

Three Verses For Night-Time

When the day is in bed
Silence catches my breath,
And I think of all the pretty things
Flying around my head.

When the day is in bed
Our song hovers on my tongue
And i think of all the nights
We stayed up to hear the last drum

When the day is bed
Silence catches my breath
And i think of all the pretty little things
Flying around my head.

Welcome.

So, this is a new computer..hello.
You are here under sad cirucmstances. My faithful and loyal laptop, Acer, passed a way a couple of days ago. Although i treated him impeccably throughout his life, a simple unforeseen accident cut his precious life short. I miss him with every breath, but i welcome you, Packard Bell, with open arms. Maybe i'll begin to share my life with you. You will have the pleasure of my writing, my contemplations, my studies, my pastimes, my musical tastes, my photographic flair. I hope you enjoy everything i provide you with, and will, in return offer me the same support and kindess. I have to say, you're a good looking machine. I hope you don't take 'machine' as an insult - i'm afraid i'm not so hot on technological lingo, my vocabulary is limited in this area. We've known each other a day, and slowly i'm beginning to fill you with my personality. I may throw knowledge at you that you don't want to know - i might ask you to store the details of the next jumper i want to purchase, or recipes for bacon and feta cheese risotto. I might share my secrets with you, and i'll have to trust you to keep these safe. You'll become my number one confidant. In actual fact, you'll become a part of me. I hope you don't mind this - i am well aware you didn't choose me - i chose you. Let's hope we learn to live amicably. Thank you already for reminding me i need to call the insurance company tomorrow, and for playing one of my favourite cds. Thank you for allowing me access to facebook, and for transferring all my poems. There's a lot more to come, and so here begins our relationship - laptop and I. Oh, and btw, I blog...