I keep a'tellin meself, "she don't matter, She don't matter, she don't matter." But let me tell yer, it don't matter if I do. Because no matter what I say, No matter what I do, she matters, Maybe not to you, but to me she do, But to me, she do.
She Don’t Matter
I keep a'tellin meself, "she don't matter, She don't matter, she don't matter." But let me tell yer, it don't matter if I do. Because no matter what I say, No matter what I do, she matters, Maybe not to you, but to me she do, But to me, she do.
Not in Love
I saw you standing in the hallway. Looking all sexy and all that. You were new here. We went out and talked. I really liked you. I think you liked me too. Afterwards, back in my room, I felt a pain Somewhere between my stomach and heart. "I must have fallen in love," I thought.... Continue Reading →
The Baby
I wrote the following poem in camp, inspired after I unthinkingly remarked that a friend's "twenty minutes of fun created a lifetime of pain" when he talked about his illegitimate daughter: He asked her for a kiss On a night so very fine. He asked her to be his Over red roses and wine. They... Continue Reading →
Rediscovering Writings
As I laboured over which bag I was going to be bringing to Australia, I suddenly thought of my trusty old "camp bag", so-called because it was the bag I used to bring in to my army camp. It's a great size, and I liked it quite a lot -- only thing that was putting... Continue Reading →
My Life as a Faux Celebrity
I live as if I were in the public eye, with people noticing my every move, my every word. I live as if I were running for president, making sure my closet's clean. "No skeletons here, move along." I live as if children watch me, emulate me, be me. I'm their role model. I'll behave.
Friends, Don't be so Quick to Love
A poem I wrote for a friend. I felt he was going after a girl who had only just recently broken up too aggressively, but he seemed to have no clue that he was.
Friends, Don’t be so Quick to Love
A poem I wrote for a friend. I felt he was going after a girl who had only just recently broken up too aggressively, but he seemed to have no clue that he was.
Where to Now?
I'd attained my goals, forgotten to set new ones. Now everyday I'm like a ship in the wind, going where the wind blows, Wondering, "Where to now?"
Passing Days
I woke; I showered; I worked; I slept. I woke; I showered; I worked; I slept. I woke; I showered; I worked; I slept. I woke; I showered; I worked; I slept. I woke; I showered; I worked; I slept. I woke; I showered; I read; I watched; I cried; I called; we talked; I... Continue Reading →
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