I once worked for an old man who owned a castle. Brian Donovan Thompson was his name. A well traveled and educated man, He took an interest in me, he was always kind and saw potential in me. I started working for him on the 16th of February 2013, It was my 17th birthday. I … Continue reading #230 – The old man and his Castle
Category: Poetry
#215 – There’s a beauty
My father found the burden of life too much to bear He snapped, He screamed, He shouted, He borrowed and gambled He let the hate in his heart and the abuse he suffered from his father take him over He drank and he screamed and shouted some more Treated little old me to a front … Continue reading #215 – There’s a beauty
#212- January
January is the dullest month of the year The excitement and expectations of Christmas and the new year are gone Now the hangover that is January remains Restrictions and covid talk is all I hear when I leave my house All that is to be talked about at work is covid, Have you seen the … Continue reading #212- January
#209-Eva
Eva, What can I say about this beautiful soul that isn't cliche. All words that come to mind seem so trivial and underwhelming. To me Eva is a masterpiece, a beautiful spirit who sees my flaws and weaknesses and loves me because of them,not in spite of them. Her bright eyes, Dark hair, That smile … Continue reading #209-Eva
#205-The London Underground
Masked up and cramped into an underground missile aimed right at Camden Market, The underground is a mysterious place and full of so many faces, I gripped on and held for dear life I saw a drunk stumble around I saw a child lead his parents to the right train I saw the eyes of … Continue reading #205-The London Underground
#198 – Tuesday
Mundane thoughts race through my head, Best to cover them up with green and brown maybe help the thought's finally come to the surface. Writing when you're not in control, that now that's something I'm sitting here on my couch, watching a horror film called bad Milo and trying to keep myself going Trying to … Continue reading #198 – Tuesday
#195 – Sunday 12/09/21
Waking up feeling like my hand coordination was very off. Between the bumps and bangs I don't know how I haven't given myself a concussion. Eva laughed at least, there's very little better in this world than laughing with someone you love. You lie in bed together and laugh like idiots. It's better than almost … Continue reading #195 – Sunday 12/09/21
#184 J
So today's the day I'll miss you J For 3 years you made my day whenever I saw you. In the time that's passed , I thought of you fondly and often The kindest and most gentle soul On my bad days and mornings you were still my happy pal, On the good days you … Continue reading #184 J
#182 – The days with Dylan
Some days I don't get much done, Some days give you your fill with emptiness and nothing I was physically at work today, that's about it My head was elsewhere as it usually is On those days even more than the others I listen to Dylan and it doesn't feel so bad. His voice soothes, … Continue reading #182 – The days with Dylan
#179 – Heatwave 2021
Heatwave in Ireland for a week now, The hot air and the dead heat of it all is too much, Give me what I'm used to over here in the summer Some days here and there with sun, not this though I can't handle this. Of course it's just my luck I get given 75 … Continue reading #179 – Heatwave 2021
#173 – Hot summer night in Limerick
A couple lay in bed together It's midnight Too hot to sleep The windows are open to the sound of birds, bat's and city sounds from around A small little dog seeks his sleep underneath Astral projections on the ceiling above me, Visions of Johanna on the speaker Her music is up next, That's usually … Continue reading #173 – Hot summer night in Limerick
#165 – Happy belated fathers day
Alan is who I was assigned So called son to this man I'm meant to call dad So what can I say about this walking contradiction He loves me and adores me, he'd do anything for me. Only in his cheap words was this true to the guy Love was what I wanted, maybe tenderness … Continue reading #165 – Happy belated fathers day
#164 – Splendid Isolation
The world keeps getting smaller We've been isolated for over a year now but when it's forced upon you it's not the same feeling of escapism Bukowski felt better when people weren't around and I don't know if that's the case, I love people and being surrounded by familiar faces but sometimes I just want … Continue reading #164 – Splendid Isolation
#163 – Sleep
1:10 am, She's asleep beside me, The dog is snoring on his worn out, faded yellow cushion next to the bed and I can't get to sleep. She looks much better than I do when I sleep, or when I'm awake There's a summers breeze outside but it's late and Ireland so it chills too … Continue reading #163 – Sleep
#161 – Old friends
You ever had a friend that you've known forever, A friend you went to school with and talked about dinosaurs with The friend who no matter how much time passes in between it's like you just pick up wherever you left off A friend you get drunk with Share your stories with Make stories with … Continue reading #161 – Old friends
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