Conghalaigh 3 3am on day 17 5-4-04 Advice from Friends anniversaries of nothing anti war april, next week april, two years later awol again A Baton Round speaks out *big sigh* Bitch Can Someone Tell me What Good is? can you hear me say i love you, with my hand shielding my face? the casualties of punk rock cluelessly wanting colours contemplating quitting at 5 am conversations death dawning DHT Did i really do that? drinking in the pain end of an era existing exploitation and whips false feedings Flashbacks and Guilt for a friend freedom and smiles, let it happen fuck you for telling me furious attraction the games people play the girl before you glamorously pathetic gutted... the Gypsies happy with the pain hate is smaller than cancer headache heartache and want hell with smiles on our faces how do you enjoy the sun? Hunger i am not addicted to pain anymore... i am tired i exist in everyday things i hope i gave enough the illusion of you imagine in the heart of darkness i miss the mental torture imprints indexes i want to know the why i went walking i wish it was caffeine i felt i would only have an angry man beside me in the bog i would say goodbye, but you'd only misquote me jaded green Last Click last thoughts before sleep and meds longing painfully looking for light when you're 16  in a borrowed car loud rain lovely daughter you have there the man goes back to work marching season May Mercury morningafter(two days ago you left me) most people have an opinion on suicide my muse my own stupid deafness a name change and it's still you no enjoyment in this the only thing i fear out for a packet of fags pacifist with kicking boots pain deaf pain free painful longings painting peeling off the residue people like you get lost in the world people of abuse photos of dead people Phoenix suicide Raining bats and frogs random words Reading Old Love Letters reasons to die...war recovering catholic recovery snot Rose sad things you tell your sister scented dreams and painting scientists say... Shock value Seeing Blue the sense in suicide sighting silent control... slow death on a tuesday Sniper something hardcore for a tennessee sunday Sorry Sister.... suppressed despair talking myself out of things tell me something true there are too many ways to find love there it goes again the things you miss out on the things we say we love The things you know when you are 7. this day in history time is a moveable feast Those Walls trying to be happy Wales wanting to believe watching your lips move as i stop loving you the way to exist we both watch we live ourlivesbydefinition weird well-meaning harpies why must you burn us? wiccan angels who direct your life Wounded Birds Who Peck Words yellow you asked me this you ask what i look like you did the best you could you meet new people you shouldnt go home again you will reason this away later (making yourself the martyr) your words of me Page last updated 8 May 2006 Ireland's OWN Logo & Irish Poet's Background  by Míchealín Daugherty Copyright © 2006 Ireland's OWN. All Rights Reserved.