Tag Archives: ditty

Corked.

Searching for answers through these pages of binary,
While my troubles become blurred with help of the winery.
But now my glass is empty and so are my hopes,
In moments like these I don’t know how anyone copes.
My loneliness is amplified with each stroke of the board.
The silence is deafening and can’t be ignored.
It all feels dramatic and I hate that about this.
I hide all the photos so I don’t reminisce.
Though my lips are sealed, my fingers are frantic;
Overthinking my actions and all the semantics.
So maybe it’s time I let these pixels rest,
Put a cork in it and hope for the best.

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BPM

How can I relax when my own mind lies to me?

Concocting a fiction that fuels this anxiety.

I know I shouldn’t panic, I should just stay calm,

But my brain still dances in the realms of self-harm.

A hummingbird heartbeat partnered with stilted breath,

Led by clustered emotions performing their own quick step.

My logic perches on a pedestal, just out of reach,

Staring down at me as I bumble through stuttered speech.

Trying to call out for some peace, call out for some help,

Wishing my lips could form the words my thoughts felt.

For now I’ll just sit, learning the rhythm, adding some rhyme,

Until this beat slows down and I can call my mind mine.

 

 

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Roar roar, I’m a dinosaur

I’ve not felt a grump like this in quite a long while,
Should I just pretend to be joyous and plead denial?
It feels like an ugly time waster and I’m not a big fan,
So wherever you are smiles, come back as fast as you can.

I’m sure I just saw you no more than half an hour ago
When we had the laughter and jokes going back  to and fro.
Now I’m having to suffer Jurassic park until you make your return
So I suggest you move your bum before my mood starts to turn.

My glum will shift to anger and I’ll become this roaring T-Rex,
Stomping and shouting and who knows who I’ll bite next?!
C’mon now it’s time to start running ’cause I’m starting to snap
So you better knock it off with the miserable sour-puss crap.

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Zap.

I know a broken little robot that people dismiss as busted,

They criticise her functions and say she’s knackered, old and rusted.

They whisper about her circuit board and her aging cogs that squeak.

Her shiny cheeks do blush with rust as they spot her oil leaks.

But this doesn’t mean she’s over, it doesn’t mean she’s done,

As soon as she has her new wheels fitted, she’ll be off and on the run!

She’ll zoom right out that door without a thought of looking back,

Except with her newly fitted laser going zap, zap, zap, zap, zap!

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Job Hunting

I once knew a man, lost and with no real direction

Despite endless hours of mind numbing reflection.

 So he typed up a list of all his talents and skills

To find a new job with some fun and some thrills.

 Office-work was dull and numbers were boring

Not even financial databases could keep him from snoring.

 He wanted adventure, something more than just ‘fine’

So he pulled out his face mask and became a master of crime!

 He dabbled with burglary and breaking in to nice cars

Before a badly planned bank job, left him behind bars.

 Now he’s left shackled, with his new friend Bubba

Who likes to stroke his soft hair and call him his Luvva…

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Tick-Tock, Click-Clack

She watches the minutes go passing by

As she leads them in with her click-clacking lie

They all think she’s lost in productive thought

But they’d soon think different if she got caught

Because hidden on her screen is just nonsense and fluff

A myriad of websites full of non-work related stuff

With furniture shopping and retriever puppies for sale

And maybe the occasional message from her favourite male

Still, there’s not long until she can stop with this show

At the tick of the clock there’s only 433 hours to go!

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STOP!

Her words were a medley of rambles and confusion.

She thought they made sense but it was all a delusion.

A lexicon of nonsense that tried to pretend to be sane,

but nothing could hide the crashBangPOP in her brain.

Many have tried but most have failed

to follow her illogical logical trail.

Sometimes it can be wordy and sometimes it might not,

it could go on for ages or it could suddenly —

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