This is a collection of poems I've written this year. I wrote most of them at night, whilst the rest of the world was fast asleep. At night my brain seems to be more active, it's when I start to question everything. In this book you'll find themes s...
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Let them say I'm cold, a face so composed and rigid Like mine screams 'I don't really care!' Being laid back, a slow reaction to quick actions, never responding, and when I do it's too late. It's not too late, the truth is I'm just not bothered enough. No reaction. I light candles, I watch them burn delicately, I listen to Joseph Bologne Chevalier de Saint Georges - 'the black Mozart'. I observe the world getting crazier. No reaction. No reaction because it doesn't matter, because most things seem trivial. I light candles, watch them burn, then I ask myself: 'what's the worth of life?' ________________________________ A photo of Joseph Bologne.
