Ghosts

  They glide like ghosts In the morning mist Exhaling their way through the streets Creeping up on you Catching you unaware Spinning and weaving their magic As they rattle your mind It's like you're in a video game And they, the reckless characters Who seem to do with everything with such ease But their…Read more Ghosts

Riding Strange

Riding the train to Osterley, The cuffs of my shirt dig in, Unsettled and weary of the Unnatural position I was in.   This strange crisp shirt, This odd little tie, These awkward lapels, These ankle biting shoes.   It was all very strange for me. Was I wearing it right? Did I look the…Read more Riding Strange

Silent Summer

Silence. Save for the soft hum Of traffic in the distance, A reassuring reminder of humanity's existence. Quiet clickity-clackaty footsteps Hurrying home at an hour At which even the thieves are sleeping. The fear darkness brings, merely a deception. Figures in the distance, Only dustbins left out for the morning When the silence will be…Read more Silent Summer

Allow Me To Live

Half a human is what I am As I lie in bed. Devoid Of my blessed medicine. Casually I had considered it An annoying intruder, Its bitter pills or sharp needles. The constant vigilance. An overpowering damper On sparkling emotions But whilst it ran me ragged It was all keeping me alive Allowing me freedom…Read more Allow Me To Live

Life In The Library

There goes the printer again, Shattering the silence of focussed brains With its machine gun chatter And faulty mechanisms Childish giggles are happily embraced In fits which threaten to create anarchy As desperate minds seek an escape From their revision malarkey. Chuckles spread as the startled  student stands back. Arms raised in innocence, Blushing red…Read more Life In The Library