Thought I would post some old stuff.

For Jam G The Little girl said comfortably to the little boy: “Look what Iv got.”
The boy a little schocked at not seeing one before, yet still not too phased replied: “well you don’t have one of these…”
The little girl smiled, “well my mummy said that I could have plenty of those when I’m older anyway.”

This silent call you make, a silence so raging loud, I fear the world knows its meaning. If you fill the corner of a room, where can I look? If I close my eyes the silence becomes louder! There is no escape from you. The only way out is in.

As I sip the midnight dark away and fading sounds from the sleepless radio, a beating chisel cuts your face in my eyes and Oh! How far away is Leicester? But the stupid wooden cupboard I can touch from my bed…… Have you a wooden cupboard in your room in Leicester?

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In my head I had all these things I was gonna say, but they don’t work.

Perhaps sometime you could help me paint my picture.

I don’t know what love is

In the mean time I’m writing this piece. The words would only work if you would tell me how to put them.

This is everything I never knew.

From me to you.

Walking is like telling a story and not finishing it.

I’m running right now.

Can you tell me which way to the harbour.

I saw a Purple Balloon capture a girl one day.  He would not let her go, for heaven is where he was to take her.  But she was too heavy.  So he stayed eartbound to prove his love. Until that night 100 years later he died with a bang. The little girl cried, for never again would she find such a pure love.

If I could write words like leaves on an Autumn forest floor, what a bonfire my words would make.  If I could speak words of water, you would drown when I say, ‘I love you.’

Your lustrous face made me aware my incompleteness in you hidden. My sleeping other halt.  Help me- Help me be complete.