Trying to piece together a coherent story I am both the detective and the witness Everything that had seemed so ordinary Now needed a statement from start to finish
From blowing bubbles, to makeshift stages The camaraderie of the few Hitchhiking home in a Ferrari Wearing a three-piece suit and a mohawk
Favourite humans came and went Always falling in and out of love Always laughing, that was the only aim When did those endless nights end?
From being cynically extreme, We made a million sarcastically stupid stories All the possibilities lie on the table And we told all the debts to wait
We used to sing on the sidewalks, pen crazy slogans on the back of our hand, rambled on philosophically, ignorant of all that the future had planned.
Then came the thinking, as others pointed out when confronting everything we’d say; we didn’t realise that we knew who we were until too many things got in the way.
Ghostly as the train window reflection Rattling through the rat-infested depths; Indifferent to any Insta story section, The filthy fabric humbles and accepts;
Inhaling a kind of premonition, A melancholy of enigmatic love; Putting all the pieces into their position From underground to the towers above;
These new shapes still dripping time, Old and haunted to new starry eyes; Ethereal apparitions crossing the line, Life suspended in these twilight skies.
The images of my mistakes are futile, fruitless words* Lost in my imaginings of all futures coming true Falling into emptiness, making everything worse* No time for others – I only wanna be with you
The angel at my side gives me good advice* As I was struggling when you came out of the blue But I refuse to even listen, I just do what I like* I’m the only one, and I only wanna be with you
All the endless confusion hanging ’round all the time* Everyone is holding on, we’re all just blowing through I wanna run away to where all the time is mine* There’s no other choice – I only wanna be with you
Initially inspired (but not connected to) this post at Spinning Visions, which got me thinking about The Tourists song of the title, as well as the idea of another poem I read today, where they reused lines of a song to form their own work.
The lyrics to that particular Tourists song didn’t inspire me, but I checked out Blind Among The Flowers and so used lines from that instead.*
There is one person who is always there for you, through thick and thin, best to get well acquainted.
Interestingly, I discovered that Blind Among The Flowers is the source of a refrain that often pops up in the playlist of my mind: “Nothing means nothing to me”. That’s been bugging me for years!
Down in amongst the broken, dirty chaos Restless rats are awaiting our return Get me away, get thee away – gedouddaheah! We’ve all got some loving to learn
Up among the trees and idyllic charms Of sprawling lawns, quiet, clean and pure Elsewhere, everything else is happening We should’ve been there for sure
We gotta leave so that we can come back To quiet ourselves amongst the noise Knowing that everything will be waiting there Ready to share its joys
Another poem inspired by the first part of this post at Spinning Visions blog. I’d forgotten that I’d read it before!
There are lookers and there are seers And those blinkered of the mind Some are do-ers whilst others are be-ers Finally, those who choose to be blind
Some see magic within the leafless tree Finding comfort in familiar concrete As cold and unforgiving as they may be Rainbows bloom all along the street
Some days, the sees will turn to looks The busyness of time puts on the blinkers Turning towards the turning page of books The seers become the thinkers
The wanderlust begs the wonder lost Learning is the unlearning to see Expanding knowledge comes at a cost Soon blindness becomes the reality
Inspired by writing at this post on the Spinning Visions blog and contemplating how we lose our sense of wonder as we age and become wiser, or at least, more filled with knowledge. 7th Nov 2025 – Shared with W3 – comfort – not quite to the prompt but adjacent at least.
Not so good after a bad sleep due to all the spice from dinner. I skipped exercise for a little extra rest but this morning my stomach is still in a state of gurgling.
I’m also still not sure if I might be getting Amy’s flu. Without exercise, I couldn’t stand a cold shower this morning and today is my first jacket day of winter.
Around 9.30am, my stomach had settled and I could enjoy the rest of the day more. Still tired, though but at least don’t feel like any flu symptoms are developing.
Health:
Physical: 6 Mental: 7
Today I’m grateful for:
The wooden scent blocks in the car that are slowly removing the smells of it once being Amy’s mum’s and slowly becoming mine.
The best thing about today was:
Listening to students explain their decisions about some English work I gave them about the Thai TV show Hormones.
I was surprised at a couple of students at how close-minded they were, whilst a couple of others were able to well articulate their thoughts.
I’ll try to find some other topics and questions like this.
What was out of your control today and how did you handle it?
A couple of students in my last class were quite rude in their exclamations for the class to go faster so that they could leave early. I was firm with them the first time, threatened them the second and made fun of them the third time.
It was a bit annoying but maybe it was frustrating for them as they didn’t know how long the class was going to take, while I did and knew that they would have plenty of time.
Something I learned today?
A TikTok video taught me the significance of Chinese chopsticks, why they are the length they are and why one end is round and the other square.
Pin took this picture and sent it to me later with a note, ‘so cute’, which is very kind of her to say!
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