Purple Girl

You're here with me in this room,
as we drink our soup from bowls,
but your eyes gaze is miles through me,
over stormy seas and sail boats.

The howling of the wind,
harks the ending of the day,
as I long to reach out to you,
but your eyes gaze is miles through me,
over stormy seas and sail boats

The red soars on your face,
your knotted brown hair,
with hands grasping for warmth
and the purple knit jumper, drawing me in
but your eyes gaze is miles through me,
over stormy seas and sail boats

I see your cracked, pursed lips
and they're not smiling for me,
your arms folded across your chest
and you clutch onto your memories
your blue eyes of longing, a million miles away
for your eyes gaze is miles through me,
over stormy seas and sail boats

Toothache

People always say, "ooooh toothache, it's the worst sort of pain..." and I secretly think, you know, what a load of bollocks, because surely like, dropping a chainsaw on your leg has got to be worse than some toothache. Man up! swallow a few paracetomol and get yourself down to the dentist, who, for a small fee, will sort you out.
Unless you're absolutely terrified of the dentist I suppose, then you deserve to be in pain. I actually am absolutely terrified of the evil bastard dentist. I mean, what sort of person becomes a dentist anyway? Sadists with an oral fixation, that's my guess anyway. I have really bad teeth, possibly because I sometimes forget to brush and I like sugary food. I try to scrub my teeth though, go nuts.... using mouth wash and dental floss and brush my teeth for a good 10 minutes, clearly it doesn't make a difference if you chow-down on as much sugar-crap as humanly possible and don't visit the dentist. I hadn't been for 6 years - I had refused treatment when I was 15 and not been back. I was supposed to have a filling then, but as he was about to I found myself unable to let him and ran away. By the time I was back in a dentists chair, 6 years later I needed 6 fillings and a root canal. What an effin' b*****d! to put it politely! Needless to say I was a mess and had more panic-attacks and hyperventilated and couldn't breath as I came out in a clammy cold sweat and wished I was dead! hahahha, it's funny, but it's not even funny. I despise that irrationality. What sort of person becomes a dentist, huh?
Now my wisdom teeth are coming through and it hurts... a lot!
Pile me up with the pain-killers please.

Nothing...

Words aren't really working.

been drawing with me felt-tips, old school!

I forget how hard it is to draw with felt-tips, whatever you do will look rubbish! 

And then I made a puppet... Just bored...

Kick in the arse, how long will it last?

Ok!
Thanks for that kick in the arse JC!
You are, of course, a million times right and I should stop being a lazy Charlie Uniform and get writing, doing, whatever... so after I've eaten all that damn tasty fudge, I should begin... and start writing... good or not it has to be done otherise I might as well be doomed to return to Norwich and get a job at NU! arghhhhhhh!
Might as well sign my own death certificate!

So, I will endeavour to write and post more words to be attacked...

Lets get started...

Thought I could do with a re-fit

Brushing off the cob-webs, and having a re-fit.
I guess this coincides with the completion of my bedroom!
I've moved out of the squat and now I have an actual bedroom! YAY!
I'm in the middle of a building site, but, hey! It's my space, I can start to unpack a little.