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[Ex-girlfriend]

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Ex-girlfriend
If I had known what I know now
I would not have asked
Nor grown somehow
Into that person in your past
Who remembers you still.

If I had better hidden what I hide today
I would not have shown you
Nor given away
The me that remains out of view
That l have to kill.

If I could hate you like I hated then
I would not have come today
Nor dashed again
These passions lovers pay
when all comes to nill.

-fleamailman-

[My childhood]

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My childhood
A poem to a ghost
a memory nothing more
a boy upon the coast
a wind upon the shore
a promise upon that gust
as if the two of us
could swap (what we saw)

- fleamailman -

("...well, there was this thread elsewhere called "does hell exist", to which I had ventured calvin's conjecture again, the one that went if a potter makes a pot and if then that pot leaks would that be the fault of the pot or the potter, surely it's the potter's fault now, but if so, if god made you and you sin who fault is that then, whereupon someone else had then replied that hell exists to those who believe it does exist together with a link to here now..." replied the goblin who tended not to speculate upon the afterlife for fear that it would then turn this life into a points game towards the afterlife to come if any, adding "...so I guess that rather makes me somewhat gnostic in practice then, though most christians would term gnosticism as dire heresy here, yet somehow I can relate to the rejected suppressed gospel of thomas more than I can the other accepted gospels...")

("...I go very slowly upon your forum humans..." replied the goblin once more, continuing "...where I will inconspicuously tuck myself away into your writers section then, posting some more poems perhaps, and prose there too, all in the hope that it pleases and gains me friends by doing it..." however, the goblin just couldn't write as the humans did, somehow they just laughed wherever he tried, yet that was ok he guessed, after all laughing was good for the soul wasn't it MYAHAHHAHAHA)

[growing old]

growing old
what now, do you still want your past
and how would you, if I may ask,
still believe then those lies of innocence
now dispelled through your own experience
delicately masked not to betray your age
so do you still wish to turn back this page,
and are you really so shallow and cheap
that some youthful need is all you seek,
amongst the blind who now share this pain
and as if the past could be relived again
while forgetting that old age has a goal
to seek within to find one's soul
and if not a "soul" a simpler wealth
to reach within to find "oneself"

-fleamailman-

("...well I do my best human, if I may be so bold to call you one that is..." replied the goblin who didn't like trolls either, adding "...nah, to be honest I'm just your average everyday sort of goblin here, just like any other goblin you would come across I suppose...", and with that the goblin just thanked those who didn't mind his writing in third person each time, simply it seemed more fun this way)

("...well, as shoes goes I like doc martins because they have steal caps to protect one's toes..." replied the goblin thanking Szaxx for asking)

"...hi..." said the goblin, wondering if he'd even come to the right place is, his thoughts were more on the coffee machine at this point, but he just continued "...well there's not really much to say about me, married with kids I suppose, that's me then..." and then something crossed his mind  "...you see, the trouble in one's introduction is simply, if you don't meet the other person, there's absolutely no way to prove anything anyway since these are just words here, and the reader is blind, I mean anyone of us could be just anything then, who knows I could even be a human for that matter MYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, no no just joking, thought it was funny though..."