Category: Poetry

A note to yourself

I miss you.

There I said it.
Are you happy?
You probably don’t really care.

Actually,
I know you care,
but not in the way I want you to.

You care in the way that me caring now makes you feel important.
You care because you were right,
I’ve gone and messed something up.

So now your pessimistic thinking is proven,
I was wrong in some ways,
But at least right in others.

You are,
I guess,
what part of me wants to see here.

At least what I can remember,
I remember some parts of you,
I can’t remember everything.

But that’s the problem isn’t it,
You are not the full picture.
I only remember what I am able to.

I don’t remember the problems,
I don’t like to spend time dwelling on what was wrong.
I certainly don’t want to think about the limitations.

That’s the problem with your past,
You only ever remember part of it.
You don’t remember all that was there.

The whole picture,
the past present,
was never full even then.

Just like my present present,
I can’t see it all now.
So tomorrow I will miss today.

But tomorrow will continue to build on this too.

Self made targets…

I made a target, missed it, so this is a poem I made instead.
New Year brings a new start right?

There once was a writer,
Who should’ve been brighter.
For he made himself a plan,
Thinking Yes I Can.

So he made up some tea,
But this made him wee.
He took out the red pen.
Saying this is it then.

“It is time for me to kill those little darlings!”

Then he found #JustWriteNovember,
Hoping to start #SelfPublishDecember.
But he kept getting distracted,
Which made ideas get abstracted.

He tried to write each day,
Searching like a hunter for his prey.
But with the deadline upcoming,
He decided theres no need for rushing.

A Merry Christmas is here,
So bring on the New Year!

Happy Christmas to all who either met or missed any targets and to those who never set any.

January might be a new start or simply just a continuation.

Just ‘keep writing’ and the story will find you. Which is the phrase I have heard from so many different people, especially the one who has always encouraged this idea of writing my ideas down.

I didn’t try

I know you will never read this.
I know you can’t but I need to write it down.
I kept thinking about picking up the phone.
To send a quick text.
A funny picture of the dog.
But I didn’t.

I kept thinking about trying to before the move.
I wanted to have one more, not last, match.
To organise a meet up for a games day.
To share a thought and a beer.
A catch up about life.
But I didn’t.

I wanted to remember the birthday card.
A birthday card for your son.
I did laugh at the shared pictures.
To meant double click a like or two.
I wanted to keep the friendship there.
But I didn’t.

Now I hear that you will never read this.
I can’t think to plan to roll the dice together.
There won’t be a day to share a beer.
There is no one to text a thought.
A friend has gone who I can’t share my oddness with.
I’m sorry I didn’t try.

So today I need to try to those I still can.
I need to not get distracted by silly things.
There are still games to play.
There are still birthdays to remember.
There are still friends who I have not failed.
Because I need to try.

11th November – One day

Before you read this, I would like to add that I do not normally even try to do poetry! Please be kind 🙂

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One day he will be famous,
And then I won’t care that you’re laughing at me.
As these pictures are for the ‘gram’,
For they are for all the world to see.

One day he will be like these other dogs,
The ones that are simply chasing their ball.
Oh look at this one he is so cute,
Wow that Great Dane is so tall!

One day I will be invited to a cool place,
And my little guy will not just be my pet.
Loads of people will come to meet us,
All asking about how we met.

One day you won’t laugh at me,
Then you won’t think I’m sure a bore.
For now he is with his pineapple,
But tomorrow you will hear us roar!