Poetry – Admission

I can’t say I know why I do what I do,
It’s not like I’ve got any issues with you.
I guess that the truth is I simply don’t care,
I don’t care how you feel, or if I’m being fair.
So what if I hurt you, if I get my way?
I’m all that I care for, what else can I say?
I don’t do what I do out of anger or spite,
I just don’t care what’s wrong and I don’t care what’s right.


Poetry – The Door

I want to close the door to my heart
I want to barricade it.
No arrow, bullet nor poison dart
Will ever get inside.
I don’t want anyone else to love
Anymore people to lose,
I wish I could ignore people’s shoves
And never let them in.

But someone always slips inside
Somebody always breaks through
I want to stay cold, but I guess
I’ll always be a fool.

Lake District 2016

Back in April I spent a week in Bowness-on-Windermere (there’s another Bowness in England – in the same county, in fact), something I was thrilled about because Bowness really does have a special place in my heart. When I was little my family used to go there all the time, multiple times a year. We’ve been on the odd visit since then, but never a proper holiday. I was happy to go back there.

Bowness-on-Windermere is a town in the Lake District that is sat, unsurprisingly, on the shore of Windermere, the largest lake in England. Although for some reason all the signs boasted it as being the largest lake in the Lake District. It’s long and narrow in shape; apparently the correct term is a ‘ribbon lake’. I always like looking at maps of the Lake District because it is just so much bigger than the other lakes, and… well, for some reason that gives me slight amusement. A lot of things give me slight amusement, I’m not a difficult person to entertain.


Poetry – Ghost

I don’t believe in ghosts,
And I know I’ll never see
Any trace or phantom of you,
You’ll never be here with me.
But I feel like you are
And it’s always been that way.
Your ghost is hanging over me,
I feel it every day.