Death is a shitty waste of time. |
I wasted time,
I wasted time.
Dying.
Whilst you were living...
Living, although not to your full,
To a semi half life,
That should of done you better.
You deserve the best.
My friend.
My beauti...
Posted by Ethan J (older and wiser to the symptoms of flu) on Tue, 15 Jul 2008 04:38:00 PST |
Of Golden Lights and Fancy Flights (wisdom departed not imparted) |
A comatose state of concious,
Delegating the thoughts of impartialness
To the forgotten wastes of unresponsiveness.
OH WOW.
Lights abound and flurries of laughter
Take flight on the wings of se...
Posted by Ethan J (older and wiser to the symptoms of flu) on Sun, 15 Jun 2008 10:26:00 PST |
Calling off the search... |
I waited at the door,
Breathing just enough breath
to control my soul.
Submission not allowed
No joining of the crowd,
Just peace and quiet
And sleep.
Sleep
Sleep
Sleep.........
awake.
With a s...
Posted by Ethan J (older and wiser to the symptoms of flu) on Sun, 11 May 2008 09:36:00 PST |
Meeting You. |
Come with me,to a little place i know...it’s slightly darksometimes gloomy,but in the foyer,you will find a hand held torch..you are inside,this place now....It’s frequented oftenby ...
Posted by Ethan J (older and wiser to the symptoms of flu) on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 01:57:00 PST |
When I loved you more than Mr Kiplings bakewell tarts. |
I loved you so much...
Once.
More than sweet little cake
With crusty crisp pastry.
Soft sponge filling,
Delighting my tongue
Setting my tooth craving
For that sharpness of jam.
And the fondant....
Posted by Ethan J (older and wiser to the symptoms of flu) on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 12:12:00 PST |
The Bitter Timings of Death...(The Mortuary Technicians Tale) |
A mothers piercing scream
Fills blue sky
Like a million starlings
all rising from nest,
In hunting screachy song.
above traffic her cry
Drowns out the
Chuggung hum and belch of lorry and bus.
"...
Posted by Ethan J (older and wiser to the symptoms of flu) on Sun, 16 Mar 2008 02:22:00 PST |
Aunty Val. |
My Aunty Val,
she hates me.
It’s a fact.
I have caused her enough pain
Apparently..
To whine, grumble and pick..
From here to eternity.
I haven’t even seen her since last december.
Or mayb...
Posted by Ethan J (older and wiser to the symptoms of flu) on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 03:48:00 PST |
Breakfast Rain. |
It rained overnight.
I can tell.The ground is wet, yet.. There is a patch on the driveway.
Dry.Where your car had been.
You left around four this morning,After the heavens had stopped.It se...
Posted by Ethan J (older and wiser to the symptoms of flu) on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 09:37:00 PST |
Bubble Wrapped Heart |
A knock at my door,
Ignored..
Then the bell...
Ring....... wait for it.....
RINGGGGGGGGGG
Ignored once more.
For I know,
The postman always rings twice...
Silence.... then,
A disgruntled rattle...
Posted by Ethan J (older and wiser to the symptoms of flu) on Thu, 13 Mar 2008 03:38:00 PST |
Fortune |
Fortune Teller.
Cross my palm with silver,
And I will tell you sweet lies.
Fortune.
To buy you the life of your dreams,
Will cost me a small one.
Fortune Cookie.
Small biscuits,...
Posted by Ethan J (older and wiser to the symptoms of flu) on Wed, 12 Mar 2008 03:39:00 PST |
