don't dampen my tissues
On this page you will find a variety of writings and definately not meaningless meanderings about 'what I have been up to'. I think writing should stimulate the mind and touch the soul, it should also give you hope. Is everybody's life a struggle? Is that the point? I like questions that cannot be answered, they can stimulate the most invigorating conversations you will ever hold, conversations that make you feel warm inside. Yet when they finish, nothing is solved.
Sometimes, I think I know what I'm all about, but then I look inside and I see the truth come out. I like thinking, I think alot. I'm an athlete, a thrower. I'm 6'2 and fairly well built. I have a 2-1 degree in Business Information Systems and I love writing. I have a passion for deep thinking and philosophy but also am very humourous, so enjoy me in every way.
Can I gently stroke your thigh, Peter?
Look into my eyes, Peter.
Will you tell me lies, Peter?
While you laugh with your pals, Peter.
Can I read your poem, Peter?
Was it about me, Peter?
To my suprise, Peter.
I never realised, Peter.
Don't ever come back... Peter.
give the mind toys to play with,
in the dark I can't tell the difference
between me and you.
Sometimes dreams are just dreams,
filing memories randomly,
not intended to
make the morning shower -
But the ones about you
are so hard to forget.
When people talk about football
and at length,
it makes everything seems so pointless.
Opinions are meaninglesss
they suck the life out of me.
Listening to Bloc Party
want to write again,
must connect with me in someway.
Somethings will help you to remember
ultimately you were at your happiest without knowing it.
It's quite possibly true that the money would make anyone
but not truely happy,
and there truely must be something in that.
I can't tell people what to think
I want to,
it's the opinions that divide us and actions that bring us all back together.
In my opinion.
You can tell
at this time of year,
the sun is moving further away.
Even the sun's shines are cold
to the touch,
and I don't feel young so much.
Something still burns though,
as I pretend I can breathe fire
with freezing smoke coming from my
dispite this ice blue picture I'm
All that's missing is the stream crossing bridge,
but you aren't missing - I know where you are.
The brave winter birds are
singing their troubles in a song.
Sometimes it's a struggle to
but the sun will come back around
a few months along.