I wrote some poetry recently, my first attempt since school. I don’t think they are too bad so I thought I would share.
The awkward silence
Frozen hands
Cold air surrounds
A touch would start the spring
I am incapable
Paralysed
Unable to say
I substitute
– a poor substitute
we laugh
we stare
silent
The Housemate
I understand I must frustrate you my friend
When I do not take the help you offer to lend
You are a sweet girl I know that’s true
But living with you leaves me feeling so blue
And in my politest term I kindly ask
Releasing the feelings I’ve been forced to mask
To leave my stuff the Fuck alone
It may have slipped your mind but this is my home