Why I Write

I have been asked recently by more than one person why my blog is just so damn depressing. Why don’t you write something happy? I can see what they’re saying. When I look back over my posts it would be quite easy to get the impression that I am a manic depressive who struggles to…


Too much time spent in tears. Chasing happiness, running from fears. No more time to waste, days too few. Time to look to a new point of view.

A Spoonful of Haiku Makes the Medicine go Down

Supercalifrag ilisticexpiali docious, sang Mary. Footnote: I have zero idea why this occured to me but it made me chuckle so… 😄 Additional Footnote: This is my 100th post… not sure it’s exactly the centennial post I had envisaged, but what the hell 😉

In My Blood

So I heard this song on the radio the other day and it just spoke to me. I’m not a massive Shawn Mendes fan but he spoke about how he was inspired by Kings of Leon and I think it shows in the song.

I Have A Low Haiku

Low doesn’t cut it. Everything seems like hard work. Im tired of hurting.


I’ve never felt so empty. The light inside me; gone. The wish to reignite it diminished. How did it all go wrong? Now there’s a piece missing. I don’t think I can get it back. Every time I break a little more. Expose yet another crack.

I So Miss My Boys

The house is so quiet, a distinct lack of noise. The energy’s left here. I so miss my boys. The floors have no radiance, the walls sound hollow. No longer a home, just a house, full of sorrow.

Bury it deep

Bury it deep where no one can see. Where darkness lurks and secrets be. Where pain is screaming and banging it’s head and anger is hiding waiting to be fed.