Tag: sadness

• The mood is on me

  Nothing moves me This irremovable mood which occludes, Like a bright moon does the owl’s beloved gloom, All the world’s joy. The noise of guards rifling through  Rooms made of tinfoil and dead leaves Loud as toasterpops seem In a house full of people sleeping dreamily.

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  8th Jun 2026

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• The worst clown

  To quilt mourning feelings he drinks all morning and day, to scant reprieve. Until, ‘twixt lycan and labrador, dusk of day, he ill became. Old sick stains on his wipe away sleeve top Fret not, it’s invisible beneath his polkadot livery Feeling liver-y Greening pallor, sweat gleaming Swaying though still Steaming from the swill, believing…

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  20th Apr 2026

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• A peek in at my quiet peak

  Went from in the zone To dipping my toe to crashlanding, again, Without so much as a “Sorry” note. What I’m writing’s better than ever before, exploratory, new forms, And making more than two performing rabbits, Who adore each other and are extremely attracted like opposing magnets, During a storm stuck indoors. It’s all going…

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  15th Jan 2026

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• A hopeless March

  Misery again Sinking, like I went walking through the Lincolnshire Fen A sheer fence is weak defence against enemy offensives Constantly on the defensive Waiting for something to let slip I tighten the slip into a noose Buds to nip, the final snooze My head heavy as a mounted moose Continuing tantamount to self abuse…

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  2nd Mar 2025

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• Poking dead dreams with a stick

  I would be adoration’s target I dreamt of being a star In any field Now the very inkling sickens quickly More quickly than I sink to this quicksand that is life Nothing seems to stick, though I have applied adhesives thick, slicking My wick unredeemable grows diminutive indeed Godspeed I say myself, nobody else willing…

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  11th Jul 2024

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