Number 7 - Sat 30th April 2011

My favourite thing in all the world’s my mind, 

my mind

It helps me think about the world and time, 

what time?

It contemplates and cogitates, and always over compensates

My mind races, but never comes first

Finishes and leads the herd

Bends and reflects, mirrors and sets

Recalls and questions, recovers from sessions

The best enemy a friend could have

Always working from a rough draft

That’s my mind not yours, whoever you are

You have your own, obviously

So use it positively

Number 6 - Thu 28th April 2011

It worries me, worrying 

and 

troubles me trouble, maybe

just around the corner 

or 

waiting in a burden. 

Deeper we go, the further we see 

so the things that are close are not visibly, 

in our sight we see what we want 

unless we open up to wanting a want

Number 5 - Wed 27th April

If I was to write something 

that made total sense, 

then it would be a lie. 

If I was to write you a sentence 

that made no sense it would be a lie. 

If I was to write a lie about telling the truth 

it would be a sentence and a lie. 

If I was to write the truth in a sentence 

in my head I’d only be lying to me

… … 

and if someone asks ‘What’s on your mind’ 

… … 

you lie

Number 4 - Tue 26th April 2011

‘No one gets me’

‘What do you expect?’

‘Im a misunderstood, tortured soul, yearning for release from this suffocating casket that is life’

‘[Pause] … No words’

Number 3 - Tue 26th April 2011

AUDIBLE DISAPPOINTMENT, 

no longer will you keep it caged,

                   that someone has made your sandwich wrong, 

                                   or passed you the wrong screwdriver or pen colour, 

no more will you silently smile back as they take your order wrong or misquote you. 

Redundant are the scenes of facial frustration and disguised disgruntledness, 

                                 release your inspiration through your teeth and lips and tongue 

the pffgt,         the ugch             and audible groan, 

                            let them hear your massing amalgamation of muted madness...

*SIGH*

Number 2 - Mon 25th April 2011

Listening is odd, 

it seems unclean, 

                     perverted in a way. Like your spying on all the noises around. 

Taking heavy purpose in creating as little noise as possible so as to hear everything you possibly can

and all without letting the noises know your listening to them,

                                                                   isn’t that ear wiging, 

                                                                     and isnt that rude? 

Should you announce ‘Im about to listen’ so as to let them have the choice of listening back?

Number 1 - Mon 25th April 2011

How long can you sit and wait for?

A minute?      Two minutes?

Five or Ten     minutes?

An hour maybe?

Even a whole day, just      waiting?

If you know your waiting, then your not waiting,        are you?

your trying to wait,        your counting,       your challenging, seeking, striving, teasing, thinking, wanting but         your   not  waiting       …        …           …       ...        ...      ...      ...              ..           ..   . 

now your waiting?