Mandy's unofficial facebook poem

Mandy is writing a poem
Mandy was having a cup of tea
Mandy is having a fag because she has to
Mandy is reading facebook
Mandy was reading a book
Mandy cannot sit still
Mandy has high hopes for another cup of tea that has less caffeine than coffee
Mandy is writing mundane shit on facebook
Mandy wonders why?, just why?
Mandy has a large hat
Mandy watches her cat watch himself in the mirror
Mandy takes a cycle ride to town
Mandy is having a cup of tea again
Mandy has arrived at the art group
Mandy is eating a sandwich
Mandy has food on the brain and a storm in her mind
Mandy wonders why there are so many egg boxes on the table
Mandy has farted and no one noticed
Mandy smiled at a sexy builder and flew up the cycle bridge
Mandy has time travelled
Mandy is back at lifecraft
Mandy is home and is reading facebook

A Poem

what is a poem? Is it prose
twelve lines of words displaying feelings
random gibberish without meaning
a story in a puzzle with rhymes
a headache in exams with rules to follow
an epic picture with words
a song to charm the soul
a life story in short bursts of creativity
a modern prayer for humanity
an insight into the mind of the insane
something not to unlike a dream
with meaning somewhere
a collection of squares with no end

Time

I live in the present
The future does not exist
The past is as good as the present
The past is as real as the present
Yet also as real as a dream and just like a dream it seems unreal
It would be nice if everything stayed the same
breaking the cycle stuck in a rut
its hard to change when you can't change
sometimes change is not about choice
I cannot control the world I can only control myself
I have felt as if life is in control of me
I'd like to to be in control of me
I'd like to be in control of life
If you live in the past you take your past into your future
I have always lived in the present the future is just something that happens that becomes my past

Control

Life is in control of me
I need to take control back
Everyday is a battle
nothing is simple anymore
Controlled by psychiatrist's, doctor's and employer's
Why such a fight?
Why so much flight?
Anger is all consuming
caught between being and doing
Without music I would be lost
Everything must be thought about; everything I say, do and eat
Life is not meant to be like this
The words make sense in my head but my mouth cannot produce them
on paper straight from the jumble of words in my mind here are my thoughts
but who is reading?

Last summer

Relaxing in the sun
swimming in the cool water
picnic's in the park
lazy afternoon's with bad mother's club
watching the world go by sat down by the river
drinking on the common
barbeque's by the river
impromptu parties in the garden
champagne flowing
finest zinderfal with hint strawberry fizzing away
dancing all night in the fez
long summer evenings smoking at the mill pond
cocktails at the rat and parrot
camp fires and rock music in the Derbyshire countryside
sea of tent's in the hot sun
smell of summer and the smell of freedom
the sound of children laughing
breezes whistling through the tree's
the orchestra of heels dancing through the town on a summer night
giggles of girls having fun
life was simple and innocent
like a volcano it exploded and the bubble burst

Limerance

Your skin was so soft
Your touch was electrifying
Your lips were full and warm
Your voice soft and gentle
Your smile lifted my world
Your eyes glowed
I never noticed how beautiful you are
Love potion dropped in my eyes
I have been enchanted for so long
No one else would do
Your words are burnt in my brain
they haunt me
I am glad I had those moments
When I am sad I can disappear into the past