February 2010
From Sticklebricks To Lego, Turning Left at Willo-The Wisp.
Thu, 04/02/2010 - 19:40 — Mulberry RoseMy inner child
wants to explore the wonders
of washing up liquid bottles
and the adaptability of
sticky back plastic
Wants to stick her face in glitter
Apply for a Blue Peter Badge
Recieve a Why Don't You Fact Pack
And have Jim fix it for her
to finger-paint her way to success
She wants to skip
Turn handstands
And camp in the Wendy House
Sucking hot chocolate
through a twirly straw
Little Me wants to
fuzzy-felt away the lonely evenings
And detain the Care Bear for questioning
at the Lego police station
She magnadoogles herself a new life
Broken Sun
Mon, 01/02/2010 - 12:09 — Wheelie88This is a Depressing Poem
I get up to see the sun broken
Black thoughts fill the rooms and all I can say is hello again
All good has been cast in the shadow the moment his team walk in
You’re Disabled, no wonder you’ve no company when you were enabled you were hit by a bus at least with us you’re sure
I get up to see the sun is broken and the spring has been chained up, winters shipped in
You’re broken so why even think about fixing yourself? You’ll just be a ghost to the men who stand tall what else you got to offer
Delia Trifle
Mon, 01/02/2010 - 12:05 — Wheelie88Delia Trifle
Delia trifle with me
If all I can do is be in love with you whatt can I do when you’re in another’s hand?
He’ll take so much more care of you than I but…
Delia trifle with me, just once in them eyes I feel anything could last
Sure I should be a good boy but Delia he never got the girl, just got blown apart
Iv told’em love isn’t good for me I’ve nothing within me but a sex drive
The twists and turns of your sweet Helter Skelter body babe, to me it’s a rhapsody I’d be no good for love I’m made of stone.