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I am just somebody
I am just somebody
With a body
his story ordinary
fighting battles no one knows about
not giving way to doubt.
I am just somebody
with two parents a sister and a brother
why bother?
with me
my individuality
In complete
with no clarity
and a brain with dysfunctional disparity
I am too angry to be functional
too mad to be alive
and yet I fight
and strive.
I am just a body with a soul
and a smile
all the while
you never look at me
If I had a book cover
you wouldn’t want to read me like a lover
of books
I can’t cook fancy meals
I don’t clothe myself with the latest fashion
I don’t drink I haven’t fallen off the wagon
and yet I am stuck
on this roundabout of life
not knowing which exit to take
which is a bit of piss take cause I don’t drive
I strive
to make my dreams real
but did i steal
them from everyone else?
Where is all my wealth of friends
coupled without the time to see me
they wouldn’t want to be me
but I stay on course to be prodigal flop
not son
when all is said and done
At least I can share my disaster
and views
I maybe old news but I am
I am I am!
In every woman’s face I see her face
In every woman’s face I see her face
and her many ages
In magazine covers
I see her in my minds eye with her lovers
I wanted to be hers
but that train was missed
and its engine purrs as it moves further and further away.
no more to be brighten my day
I am just observer
a poet a writer
Looking for her in everyone woman
I want her to be free and loved
but I miss her like a lost glove needs a hand
I don’t know wether anyone understands
Her smile lights up any room
her absence sets up my gloom.
This poet
This poet isn’t meat and bones
He feels like cold stone
this poet lacks confidence
Walls collapse and collide
with his speech
with wounds you can only teach
hurt
This poet tells ugly truths
with minimal evidence or proof
he holds it like business card in his heart
life unfolds like a shopping cart
til tart solutions
This poet feels full
his heart holds his universe
it’s his curse
All poems tell a tale
dripping ink
Bleeding from the quill
I can’t even imagine life without those words
but like birds
they have flown
To a new throne
cold and alone…
Misunderstood
Sometimes I want to be understood
but I know people look at me like dead wood
They might think I am stand offish
that I don’t belong in an office
That I am unsociable
or just plain weird
Someone to be feared
I have walked the corridors in mental institutions
I am reminded that most truths are illusions
that there aren’t many solutions
in this life
and trauma are the wounds that often get reopened by people
who aren’t evil
but are ignorant
and every where people are playing games to gain attention
that’s where identity survives
But I am in the minority because I won’t fit in the racket
of this life’s corrupt core
I barely survive grasping at straws
every day a war
to be heard amongst the shouting words of others
Lonely people
Only people
with hidden sparks of divinity
looking into the mirror
getting shivers
and quivers
Looking for love but love doesn’t deliver
another endeavour
feat of the gods
the odds
and ends of messages
we send
The revolving door
of lives
when will hope truly arrive
karma
another charmer
but a bell chimes
and it alarms us
we are living fast food lives
Our souls the only thing
that isn’t disposable
water hoses us down
but we can’t get to the deep
conversations
we permanently seek to leave words
of comfort even if they are lies
and we surrounded by people
with mole like eyes.
Forever lonely only children
Unseen
I live in the sadness and the madness of being unseen
I dream
of beauty
having a beautiful woman’s smile in my eyes
starry skies
Holding her hand
but this life happens in the meantime
Unplanned
I am unseen invisible
divisible miserable behind four walls
a boy born with a huge soul
now small
My confidence and ego a full ballon
then shrinking like a soggy deflated one
like lungs I breathe in life
and exhale sadness
madness is all I have but aren’t we all the same?
invisible and visceral ethereal like ghosts
people pleasing and wheezing just to be heard…
Daniel Hooks on BBC upload radio show uk
A lifetime of longing
A daydreamer or ADD sufferer
Tune out switch off
Disassociate cough
wheeze
Run off pace never be free
only in daydreams
only in dreams
only in nightmares
and screams
Empathy searching for threats
which threaten you
answer in delusions cruel
criticise your attention span
you’re thick often man!
you don’t understand the problem
but any happiness we’ve robbed you of
every piece of joy
ever since you were a little boy
your mum was stressed
screaming unavailable with hardly any hugs to bless
your Dad a big brother lost
the price of care and all it cost
Never mind you carry on but the exits
Been hexed
you reach out but you’re vexed
No one can love you
it burns through your life
like a candle slowly waxing burning away
into the terrible unconscious unconfident ways
which have haunted you
anxiety insanity no one cares they are fighting their own battles with despair.