Poetry · September'17

Thoughts on the lake

Scattered stone all alone - along the lakeside. A backdrop of hills, an natural beauty of strength and security with forbidding stone decor to surpass your own crumbled history. The overbearing trees the only allusion of a roof, to a once loved home? Once a site to behold, now the tourist flashes ignore you, a… Continue reading Thoughts on the lake

July'17 · Poetry

Tumble dryer

I have writers block, Like one lonely sock Looking for it’s pair in the tumble dryer. My, er, motivation? Where is it, I’m stuck to this couch, can’t move one bit, Or maybe I can, maybe pretending so is the voices plan, ‘You don’t want to do anything, Nothing, Not today’ When will the voice,… Continue reading Tumble dryer