One of my earlia poems.

I cant see.

I cant see why I have all this trouble in my life.
Why must I have all this strife?
I dont see what I have done to deserve this, all this shit just takes the piss!
Am I such a bad person?
Did I do something wrong?
Maby being 14 and wearing a thong and being fucked up for so long.
For now my life is in tatters.
Lots of unresolved family matters.
Every man that gets close to me scatters.
Every dream wish I have or make shatters.
For a little man with blonde hair and a tan, he can do a lot of damage to ones mind.
Maby he came at the wrong time, then again I made that choice and now he is mine, an angel in disguise he must be a sighn that people like me can be happy.
Im not a bad apple fallen under a tree in time maby Ill see that Oliver is a key to a door leading any where I desire and maby not a raging fire a car on a moterway for hire.
I dont know where that moterway will take me, maby Ill just sit think and have a cup of tea.
So there it is one of my earlie poems I love the way my writing takes me on a journey from sad and angry too somehow allieviated from my anger and upset.


Now my next poem is somewhat of a much deeper subject.
Its about my mum who has brain tumors and is currently quite ill.
I wrote this poem when I was coming to terms with the fact that my mum was not going to be the same person as she went from able bodied to vegative.

A poem about my mum.

I could think of a thousand words to describe how I feel but never would they take away the cold winters chill that was caused by a very much loved person taken ill.
Every country,nation and city standing still.
The question in our hearts.
Is this for real?
For this heart is a forbidden reality, you never think that life with out your mum will become a formality.
So close yet so far should have gone in a car.
Lots of people to blame, our lives will never be the same!