Sometimes

Sometimes she got so
Very
FULL
Of things
Once more
Unsaid,
She feared the words
Would force themselves
Out of her skin,
Tearing a place
In the ether
With razor tipped
Fingers.

Because sometimes
There was just
NO WAY
Of saying what should
Be said.

Not without....... more.

But why did it burn so much,
That,
That,
Feeling,
That what was really meant was....
How
Dare she
Take the lid of her box.
Hmm.
Well guess what?
The lid was off,
And now,
Well now..

THERE ISN'T A BIG ENOUGH BOX.

Switch

Laugh, and it leaves the light on,
Cry, and it fades away,
Don't just take my word for it,
Try and you will see.

Never the answer you quite expect,
The brightness comes and goes,
Laugh and it leaves the light on,
Cry and you'll feel the cold.

Chop Chop

Don't......

Chop. Chop.

He can't see me can he?

No. No. Nonononononno. 

Why has it......

Door. 

Hide.

Small, smaller.

 Not small enough.

Stop please stop please stop. 

I won't tell.

Please.

I. (breathe, breathe)

Won't. (breathe, breathe)

Tell. (breathe)

Don't smile at me like that.

Chop.  

Chop. Chop.

Today

Today has been the kind of day that if swearing hadn't already existed I would have invented it.

Rock n Roll.

No More..

I'm pretty good at being me,

I think the thoughts I've always done,

But nowadays those thoughts are stale,

And days are rarely fun of fun.

Now circular thoughts that

Will. Not. Quit.

Take over more and more,

And analysing 'ifs' and 'maybes'

Drives me to the floor.

I've found the straw I've heard about,

(The camel has long gone)

Now desperation's punching me,

It's time to learn a different song.

No more for me, 

The paths I know,

It's time to draw another map,

It's time to work towards my goals,

Escaping from this

'I can't' trap.

I take responsibility,

For all the things I haven't done,

And put them in a box, behind me,

Turning now to face the sun.

And acting, 

Pushing through the fear,

(That maybe I just can't succeed)

Has proved that I was just plain wrong,

And in the process

I am freed.

Beautiful

Something for the eyes today.

Source: twitter.com via Cathie on Pinterest

Not me...

Not me,

I didn't do it,

Well,

At least, I didn't know,

Well, no-one else here told me,

What  was what, or so and so.

Anyway,

It wasn't me that said it,

Well, it might have been a bit,

But they told me,

Well, they told me,

That  that  woman

Was

A

Tit.

So,

Don't be moaning in my ear,

Don't be telling me I'm bad,

Not a problem really,

Is it,

I can't see why you're so mad.

And if you think about it,

Well,

The fault was really theirs,

And if you 

Still don't like it,

Go tell someone else

Who cares!