Sunday, 30 November 2008

sore throats suck. every time you breathe, or swallow, or talk, or do anything involving your throat, it hurts.

Monday, 17 November 2008


I just want to
Go home, and forget.
Not have to think about exams,
Or university,
Or the rest of my life.
Just go home.
And maybe sleep.
On the terrace, on the veranda,
On the swing,
Sleep, and not worry.
Not care about life.
Just forget
About economics
(Seriously, who cares about money?
No one this, or in fact any,
Side of the Suez Canal)
Just leave.
Go for a walk,
And not have to go anywhere,
To go for a walk, and,
At the end of it,
Arrive at my destination
Not having accomplished anything.
Just sit, and stare into space.
Make up bad stories
About 2-D characters
Who crack even worse jokes,
And lead non-existent,
Easy, and perfectly fixable lives.
Just dream,
And not have to realise
That they will, actually,
Never ever happen.
Just stop,
And not have to start,

Saturday, 15 November 2008

Contrast: Our world has
Children, smiling and laughing,
And mass starvation
With all the power
And profundity of a
Kiteless, Cloudless Sky

Thursday, 13 November 2008

Death, like a Raven,
Swooping down on its carefree,
Unsuspecting prey

Monday, 10 November 2008

An unused keyboard,
And a Word document that's
As blank as my mind