I’ve only known you a short time
And already my space is not mine
Take things easy, we have days
And weeks to come
This man won’t be fazed
Used to being alone with my thoughts
My soul not easily bought
Dark things buried deep in my heart
Can’t share them, not easy to part
Most people, the female of the species
Are attracted and disturbed, torn to pieces
With whom I am curiosity a powerful
Aphrodisiac, slaughtered lambs to cull
I’m just used to my own soul
Unsure of my life’s role
So just give me space
It’s all I ask (behind this mask)
Why are people so needy and unsure
Why do they come to me with words they pour
All I want is to find that holy grail
But people bar me secretly hoping I fail
Just give me space
Let’s move at a steady pace
There’s no need to rush
Please don’t make a fuss
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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