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Sonnet CXII (22/04/2018)

Shall we strange sleepers grieve the evening come,

Or favour walking bleary in the day?

Days frayed and waiting crave rest, play the scum

At scum’s own eve and game, drive noon away. 88 more words


Sometimes by Blair Gaulton

Sometimes I do not understand myself;
nor anyone else.
BJG(Blair Gaulton)Apr 2018


Time To Make a Few Changes

It’s time to make a few changes,

Time give up harmful people,

Time to leave you behind,

Time to put myself first,

Time to cry at night… 8 more words


I used to Write Poetry

I’ve been filing all of my writing stuff over the last couple of weeks, and came across these poems and some other writings I’ve done from grade school on. 123 more words

From The Author


Like a billowing smoke, without the chimney-mouth; just like a hammer hitting on the surface of the heart; I felt the most and all at once, as I pondered looking at the hills and the setting sun. 163 more words



I read once
That the first step
To faking confidence
To spend time alone
And as someone
Who hates their body
I laughed at the thought… 107 more words

Day 22

Another weather poem… :)

Rumbly thunder breaks through the night,

Like a giant Father Christmas

Laughing at the idea of the day’s sunshine.

An electric flash illuminates the sky, 89 more words