Future

Just Another Day - Poem

Just another day

Drip, drip,
you sit and watch.
Drip, drip,
the same old noise.
Drip, drip,
just another day.

Fix it, they say.
Fix it, they plead.
Fix it, they scream.
You stop,
and stare.

Drip, drip,
it’s back again.
Drip, drip,
glass-eyed and numb.
Drip, drip,
just another day.

Do something, they say.
Anything, they hope.
Fix it, they scream.
You stop,
and smile.

Drip, drip,
you rise and fall.
Drip, drip,
You laugh, you scream.
Drip, drip,
just another day.

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Darkness

The smile falters and the twinkle fades,
the laughter ends and the nights grow longer.
The darkness seeps in to every corner,
and soon you lose your thirst for wonder.

Leaving no room for thoughts of the future,
just filled with horrors dreamt in your bed.
Gone are the ideas that once played out inside your head,
replaced with a numbness that feels as heavy as led.

Each day is a torment between you and yourself.
A battle to paint your face with the same plastic smile,
to show the world that you’re okay for a while,
to try and surpass that imaginary, marked out mile.

Tomorrow will be easier, you say time and again,
but the future arrives and you’re still a mess.
You sit there wondering how they never guess,
and hoping one day that you may just confess.

couple at sunset by the sea

A poem from 2009

I’m asking you for answers,
But I know I’ll just get nothing,
I don’t know why I bother,
Thinking you’re the man of the hour.

I remember the days,
Where we laughed and played.
It was simpler, easier back then,
When we didn’t have the pressure.

Fairytales and fantasies,
Were the thoughts that I had.
None of this about the future,
It was all about the here and now.

Free willed and fun loving,
It made the times so easy.
I miss the days of you and me.
I miss the days of worriless dew.

Why can’t we just go back,
And forget this burning pain?
Ignore the tears that fall,
Licking the wounds that remain.

Back to the days of hope,
The days of smiles,
The days of dreams.

The preconceived idea

The preconceived ideas that you create based simply on yourself and your past.

With a look, you assume.

You find your previous knowledge of a person who looked like that, and then you apply it to this new one with zero thought about how you’re only just meeting them.

How you’re only seeing one dimension of them.

How you’ve dismissed their previous years.

How you’ve just assumed.

You’ve assumed – by the way they look and act – that they must be like the people who you knew before.

So you place them into a category, one which fits them because of your prior thoughts and judgements. You give them a label, one that will most likely stay.

What a waste.