I'm 19 in my own home wishing I was somewhere else
My friends are all around the country
I can go Brighton at the drop of a hat
But can't even go to my local
Without 3 weeks of planning
When I'm drowning thats when I can finally breath
November 6th - Location: Train, Scotland
Do I like you? - Overthink
I like to dig myself into holes
Small or deep it doesn't matter
Cause I always cower
Till the milk goes sour
And all thats left is words
I never spoke and
Feelings I never felt.
November 7th - Location: Elephant House, Edinburgh
Places Aren't What They Seem
I was expecting fantastical
I was expecting massive windows
I was expecting flowing bookshelves
I was expecting magical
But it was just a busy cafe
The walls were sour lemon and orange
Small tables for two with no room to swing a cat
It was rustic
Unchanged
Covered in elephants
A souvenir shop
Now I know
It wasn't the cafe that made it all so magical
It was the castle on the hill
Above frost bitten trees
It was the cobbled backstreets that tracks like a roller coaster
The graveyards flaccid, undying nerve
In bobbies noes
The toe of truth
Nose of the bear
It was the magic that run under the city
orange, red and yellow, with hints of blue and green
November 8th - Location: Home, England
Death's Kiss
Death doth kiss thee
Sing thee to a soundless sleep
Fill thy shallow mind with symphony
And breath into my lungs a rush of subtle seeds that spread with each null beat of they broken heart
November 9th - Location: Work, England
Saturday 10 - 2
People come and go
You often see the same faces
Tom, Dick and Harry for fags and a DIY mag
A man from somewhere old in his chair
Hands over his life and trust for a luck draw -
He gets just one,
whereas the lady and man before count 13
The boy who tries to swindle
The little collie dog. The short tempered. The good humoured. The patriarchal. The member of the community. The glimpse into a life.
November 10th - Location: Grandparents, England
Remembrance Service Ponderings
They all go back to fighting for power. The presenter sniggers at the train of sour faced politicians, a mocking charade of uniform civility. The Queen eyes them all like a parent - I wonder if she's sick of it all yet. The standing, the faking the fancy facade. She wants to be normal have plane grandkids,have a laugh. It gives me a chill every time to watch the parade and march. The silence send your mind to a quiet tranquil. A moment before dead. When all is silent and still. The few days of November have already flown by
November 11th - Location: Home, Englad
First Aid Kit for Broken Hearts and Parer Cuts
This first aid kit is for the broken ones
The run ragged restless ones
For the broken hearts and paper cuts
A plaster and a safety pin to put you back together
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