Trivial pursuits

So I found myself and kicked my ass

This feeling crap will surely pass

A happy thought will swing my way

I’ll hold it close till end of day

A box of treasured thoughts I have

I only need unhook the latch

And wallow deep in happy times

Counting past the midnight chimes


The damned

My outlet has become an inlet

The thoughts that once poured out,

Spilling from me,

Freely flowing,

Unhindered by censure,

Now reduced to a slow internal, drip! drip! drip!

My conscious stream gone…

Manipulated and shaped into a damn,

And the only words I can hear are echoes,

And each original thought takes on the same form…

And the only words

I can hear

Are echoes…


Drowning, crowning, misery,

Swallow me whole, consume me,

Woken from sleep just to agonise,

Force pin prick emotion behind blurred eyes,

And my every thought you’ve demonised,

Twisted my mind with wicked lies,

My indecisiveness you’ve capitalised,

Harnessed a state of no compromise,

Now these boxed up feelings are liberalised,

Labelled paranoid thoughts, or extra wise.