: poetry :

Contained within these pages are some of my musings that take the form of poetry. I'm no poet, and being dyslexic English is quite a struggle at the best of times (as you will be aware from the plethora of spelling mistakes littering these pages). That being said I do enjoy writing and using language to express myself, writing my various blogs is really quite rewarding (though mostly so that I can look back on my own life's ramblings). Perhaps it's because English is still such a mystery mixed with my round-a-bout way of thinking that results in some rather obtuse wordplay at times. And very occasionally I feel inspired to turn my mind to poetry.

So use the navigation on the left to browse this modest complete works of Nicholas Bailey and take a wonder into another side of me, a less cohesive more abstract side. These are all words by me, if you see them anywhere else on the web do let me know. And please don't go and plagiarise me. It's not really worth it.

Poetry labelled [ WiP ] are 'Work in Progress' pieces that may at some point change (or more likely not).

Enter stranger or friend. Take a seat and rest. Whether you know me or not. Here you can learn. Through words on these pages. Hear my thoughts. See me again from another side.

Who am I to be with someone like you
just a nameless nobody sitting in the crowd
I long for time to spend worth you
I hope against hope for your touch
To feel needed by you as I feel I need you.
But why me? What do I have to give?