Eyes diverted,
by the grotesque image
before me

to cut the shame away,
to bleach the sight from my eyes,
to be invisible

No words
will convince me,
for I see reflected
in your face
the horror that you see
in me

My head stays low
as the weight of disgust
hangs heavy
on my shoulders

by the reflections
I see.

A bit fat

They said I was a bit fat
and I didn’t like that
so I stopped eating food
but that was no good
as I made myself ill
so I took a slimming pill
but it just wasted money
and that wasn’t funny
so I tried to get a bit fit
with a fit bit
but that was a bit shit
eventually I could see
that it wasn’t really me
so ignoring ‘good health’
at last, I’m happy with myself

Daily Post: Snack

Over the horizon

‘Why wake the world from a beautiful dream when the world is all so drab’

In my dreams the sky is blue
and never fades to grey

No shadows lurk to haunt me
as night takes over day

The air so clean it sparkles,
the grass is greener still

My mind is free of burdens,
the beast no longer kills

My future stretches far beyond
the prison of my mind

I am complete,
a life so unconfined

Over the horizon
no pain exists at all

A better me is waiting,
from the shadows
life still calls.

Full Moon

Every month the pages turn,
the horror creeping in

Time ticks by and slowly
his scary world begins

Uncontrolling voices start,
he cannot get away

The manic life he hates so much
takes over come what may

A person I don’t recognise,
a stranger no one knows

Dangerous, so scary,
life is threatened,
voices grow

Painful scars inflicted
to release the fear inside

If only I could reach him
but the demons make him hide

Tears appear from everywhere,
the lucidness returns

He cannot face reality,
fresh scars begin to burn

A frightened child is lost within
a world he cannot see

The moon retreats,
The madness fades,
Once more his mind is free

Hell in the Gym Hall

Completed today (June 21st) as part of World Writing Day

Girls to the left,
Boys to the right,
avoiding eye contact
with all of their might

It’s that time of year
when they’re forced
into prancing,
the dreaded,
the hated,
Mixed Social Dancing

Lecherous Bob
with his big, sweaty palms,
his desperate to squeeze
Busty Babs in his arms

Angela’s eyeing up
Geeky boy Winston
who’d rather be reading
his copy of Piston

Mousy Michelle
makes a beeline for Ricky
but is pipped at the post
by foxy faced Vicky

Freckly Fred
blushes straight to his roots
as he’s left with the teacher,
sexy Miss Boots

With a skirl of the bagpipes
they head off round the hall
trying hard not to trip
as they fumble and fall

In gym halls,
in high schools
from Orkney to Fife
all teenagers face
the worst time
of their lives!!


Going through the motions
living life
but barely living,
waiting for another world
to steal her away

Drowning in pity
for what her life
has become,
no memory of the girl
she used to be

His gaze no longer
holds her nor
makes her feel alive,
the dying embers
of their passion
and long dead

She is lifeless
until she glimpses another
and she is hooked,
drawn to the surface
by an invisible force

He invades her thoughts,
creeps in to her day,
a lighting bolt
sparking lost sensations

has renewed her

This girl is Alive