Am I Alone in These Thoughts…

I am kept awake by thoughts of you, my dreams filled with your touch. Even moments we are near I am invisible, your eyes take no notice of me. How is it you are on my mind constantly yet I am never on yours? I must act, but will you?


I’m waiting, seconds slowly pass. My mind wanders, thoughts of her fill my mind once again, I shake, I don’t want these feelings, these thoughts anymore. I am tormented constantly. Why can I not escape, she has gone, but my mind refuses to let her go, she was my forever.

Release Day

Joy, pure joy! Today, today has come! I leap from sleep, immediately awake at the prospect of the coming day. It has arrived, finally. I rush to the purchase, nothing else matters today. I arrive home, the screen is on before my coat is off. Time to play, happiness finally!


Gold, it sits upon his head. He sees all, his control is total. Our lives are his, subjects, serfs, rats, insignificant. We are his. Gold, it controls them. Change will come, Gold will not sit for long on his dome. Tonight, tonight it will fall, along with the regime. Tonight.

The Photographer

The watching, waiting, perfect stillness, then a perfect reward, the SNAP of the shutter.

Life, I watch and wait, ever ready for the next SNAP, I thirst for it, the desire higher than any other.

After each SNAP, relief washes over me, soon though the urge returns.  I am addicted.

The Test

I sit here, staring, blank. My mind, so focused on the world in front of my eyes, I cannot tear myself away. Thoughts elude me, time slows to a crawl. I keep staring, hoping, willing for something to happen. I look away and time jumps, minutes soar by. Pass. Fail?

Four Letters

A four letter word, can I say it?

It haunts me, she is always on my mind.

Her, without I feel empty, she gives me heart, a soul, meaning. I want to tell her with every fibre of me. Life left her, and she will never know, four letter word.


I open the door, already a smile on my face, I am home. I see her, a smile erupts on her face, then tears in her eyes, I bring her close. I can feel the weight in my pocket, I kneel and look up. She breaks, death leaves her lips.

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