See yaaaaa

Try to make me hate goodbye
When goodbye ends the loneliness
Try to make me hate goodbye
When leaving gives me wholeness
Try to make me hate goodbye
But hello was just a word anyway
Try to make me hate goodbye
As if you forced me out, I couldn’t stay
Try to make me hate goodbye
You think I’m scared of changing
Try to make me hate goodbye
When there’s a whole world to rearrange in
Try to make me hate goodbye
Did you believe that you could cage me?
Try to make me hate goodbye
Your arrogance made you lazy
Try to make me hate goodbye
Because you’re the one scared I’m leaving
What you didn’t know is that I love goodbye
It’s how I know that I’m achieving.

The story of the puppet.

You can only write
The things you know
Like the puppet master
Who knows his puppet
Who controls his puppet
Who decides
When he sings
And when he dances
And when he smiles
At what
Who chooses
When he is happy
And when he is angry
Or when he is tired of
The show
Who tells him
Now be brave
It is time to change
Because he feels lost
Even when he isn’t
Who agrees
When he cuts his strings
And grows some wings
To take back
Who knows
Remember, puppet
You can only write
The things you know

Thought of the day.

Go the opposite way to the flow
Stand up to the flow
Let the flow ebb around you, instead
Push the flow as far away as
you can
Resist the flow
Walk away from the flow
Do. Not. Feed. The. Flow.
Make the flow, your flow
Shake off every last remnant of the flow
Show the flow who is the boss
Laugh at the flow
You cannot be compared to the flow
Whatever you do



No words.

How do I write
the same as I think
a thought will appear
and sometimes it may
and play
or I will send it
on its way.
I could mould it
try to control it
make it part of
something bigger
or not.
It does not always work.
Either way, it’s just a thought.
I am happy it was there.
And maybe one day
I will have another
and it will make me think
why do I write
now that
is an interesting question.

I promise me.

I promise that I’ll never lie to you
I promise I won’t break your heart
I promise to help you move forward
so that you finish whatever you start
I promise to always believe in you
In turn, make you believe you can’t fail
I promise to pick up the pieces
when all of your plans get off railed
I promise to always defend you
even though we both know that sometimes you’re wrong
I promise that I’ll keep you focussed
when the road feels so hard and so long
I promise to tell you I love you
to make sure that you always feel special
I promise I won’t let you give up
Because I believe you have so much potential
I promise to never make promises
that I know that I cannot keep
And that means you know you can trust me
with the secrets you bury so deep
I promise that I’ll always be there
even when you think you’re completely alone
I promise I’ll listen to all of the fears
you thought you had all on your own
I promise to take you to places
to make sure that you always feel free
And this time you can trust every promise
They are promises I made with me.

Things my dog has taught me.

How to pick up poo.
How to carry bags of toys that he will never chew.
Because he is too busy chewing the chair that I am sitting on.
How to play.
How to walk.
How to keep walking beside him when he wants to lay down.
And give up.
How to pick up poo.
How to tell when he needs me.
How to admit that he needs me.
How to see when he is thirsty or tired or hungry or cold.
Or scared.
How to know when he is scared.
How to make him feel safe.
How to make myself feel safe.
How to speak without saying.
Anything at all.
How to speak to all the people who want to speak to him and not to me.
How to let myself think that maybe or possibly they do.
How to think of someone else every minute of every day.
How to see what is important.
Is what is important.
How to give a shit what someone else thinks of me.
And have that someone else matter.
How to want to be better and live better and love better because I owe it to him.
And to me.
How to recognise that I owe it to me.
How to feel loved.
How to pick up poo.



I am not going to say it again
I said it twice before
I wish I had said it more times
I wish I never had to say it
I wish it was the first
and last
thing I had said
I thought it more than I said it
I said it to everyone but you
I said it and I lied
I said it and I did not
I realised
you cannot just say it
words do not work that way
just saying them
is just words
and you might as well
say potato.


The other half of me.

I wrote this for my twin sister on our birthday.

Half of a square has three angles
Half of a Bill is a Ben
Half of forever is always
Half of twenty makes ten
Half of a why is just why not
Half of ‘let’s do it’ is ‘now’
Half of a question that answers itself
Half of ‘I can’t’ turns to ‘how?’
Half of I miss you is you’re here
Half of I’m never alone
Half of I think of you always
Half of away I’m still home
Half all I learned was about you
Half of my love began here
Half of all that I’m scared of
Half of there’s nothing to fear
Half of a mountain that we climb
Half of the faith I can’t fail
Half of all I believe in
Half of the wind in my sail
Half of the knowledge that I will
Half of what pushes me on
Half of the things that inspire me
Half of all that keeps me strong
Half of my memories forever
Half of the beat in my soul
Half of just thank you for being the
Half of me that makes me whole.

walking away.

when you walk
the thoughts
in your head
fall down your body
and into your feet
(that’s science).
they go into your shoulders
then deep in your chest
they’ll seek out your heart
but quickly move on
straight to your stomach
and in to your legs
they’ll try make you fall
(they can’t. they’re just thoughts).
Your thighs.
Your knees.
Your calves.
The tips of your toes
And under your soles.
before you know it,
they are gone.
Walked all over
and left behind.


Sorry that you had to read this
Sorry for wasting your time
Sorry for making you look here
The fault is entirely mine.
Sorry you don’t understand it
Sorry it’s gone over your head
Sorry I could have been clearer
Or maybe kept quiet instead.
Sorry for when I said nothing
Sorry for when I was loud
Sorry for not being good enough
Sorry for not making you proud.
Sorry that I wasn’t perfect
I can only tell you I tried
Sorry for saying I was happy
It’s quite obvious now that I lied.
Sorry for not being sorry
For the things that I didn’t do
Sorry that I have forgiven myself
Sorry that’s harder for you.

There was no view when I climbed Great Gable. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t still look like this.