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I don’t know why

Mikki Tiamo — Fri, 11 Apr 2025 13:11:51 +0000

I don’t know why
I just want to cry
The joy I felt.
Just yesterday
Gone aray
Gone away
My mood has taken
A massive dive
Dont know why
I just want to cry

I’m sorry to those
Around me now
I know I am a moody cow
But my head and heart
Feel weird this time
Like something inside
Inside me died
Just want to curl up
Or cry in my head
Maybe scream out loud in private
Locked up in a shed

Can’t put my finger
On why I feel like this
But really feel emotionally drained
Like my zest for life
Has gone away
Temporary blip
On a downer for the day
Let’s home this feeling
It goes away
But for today
I feel weird
Emotionally vacant
No here, if that okay?
Let’s see if it changes
After I eat a burger with bacon
Or a margarita with bourbon
Emotionally vacant

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It’s just a dog

Mikki Tiamo — Sat, 20 Jan 2024 13:19:45 +0000

Its just a dog
so, I’m told by folk
who don’t know
what’s in a heart of gold
a dog gives you comfort
an unconditional love
and when they pass
its gone, vanished for good

It’s just a dog
I hear you say
you’ll get over it
you just need a few days
however my darling’s
it’s clear to see
it’s not that easy
when I think about thee

It’s just a dog
had a place in my heart
through thick and thin
my dog didn’t part
she may have left
the mortal earth
only memories remain
and a pain in my heart

It’s just a dog
Ner, will I forget
of the goodness of her
forever more and everyday
you may not be here
but love you the same
even now we’re apart
I sometimes feel pain in my heart

It’s just a dog
no, they’re more than that
for you were my best friend and companion
to anytime I could chat
I know you weren’t able
to ever talk back
But always there for me
and that’s a fact

It’s just a dog
they’re more than that
a little furry god
acquired by money, I’d begot
no longer with me
is my dog on this earth
but a place in my heart
will always be there

It’s just a dog
no you were more, more than that
and now you’re gone
have to cope with you
not being here, no more
and I’ll occasionally weep
because my emotions
for you they ran deep

It’s just a dog
and some say, I’m crazy to cry
but my little canine friend
Didn’t want you to die
And now that you’re gone
empty space everyday
You weren’t just a dog
But a big part of my life

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My funny friend

Mikki Tiamo — Sun, 14 Jan 2024 22:51:58 +0000

There’s not many people
Who really like you
You come across as an arsehole
You really do do
But me I think
You are actually ace
But I’d never say this
Direct to your face
You know that you make me
Laugh very hard
With your cheesy jokes
About blocks of lard
The last time I saw you
I laughed till I cried
Our sense of humour warped
And our laughter aligned
Other people dont understand you
The way that I do
And when you talk
Most people, they sigh
As my friend though
You know I can’t lie
The story’s you tell me
They make others cringe
You’re like a box set
I know shouldn’t binge
But our humour, similar enough
That I laugh out loud
It’s not very tough
And you should be proud
My friend, you are awesome
You really are mate
Be strong in your resolve
And just be yourself
Either that, or an ornamental elf
If you could be more
Who I see you are
You my friend
Will go very far.

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An ode to my dog

Mikki Tiamo — Fri, 30 Sep 2022 03:34:21 +0000

I wrote this shortly after my girl passed in July and I hope this poem helps someone else.

I morn my girl Chante, every-day.
My life isn’t the same, since she passed away.
For 15 years, a massive part in my life.
She was even with me, through troubles and strife.
And not a day goes by, when I don’t think of you dog.
The chocolate brown hairball, curled up like a log.
I’m sad that you’re not here, my heart it doth ache.
But I know that your illness, you couldn’t take.
The hardest thing for me, ever to do.
Was ending your life, a freedom it’s true.
The pain you were in, no mortal could fix.
So rest in peace Chante, I miss you to bits.
Though you’re not here, a special place in my heart.
I love you my dog, you were my best friend and a half .

RIP Chante. 2007 to 2022
I so, so miss this girl but I am thankful that she was with me and helped me through some of the toughest times in my life. Without her I wouldn’t have coped. Thank you girl for choosing me to be your guardian in this life.

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I am a little different, a poem by Mikki, age 50 and 11 months

Mikki Tiamo — Thu, 16 Sep 2021 13:49:15 +0000

I’m a little different,
it’s clear for all to see.

I’m a little different,
I just want to be me.

I’m a little different,
but I’m happy deep inside.

I’m a little different,
not sorry, I won’t hide.

I’m a little different,
most folk, care not one jot.

I’m a little different,
my friends, they love me lots.

I’m a little different,
not an idiot, don’t treat me so.

I’m a little different,
as a person I’m so, so, so, so.

I’m a little different,
some might say quite mad.

I’m a little different,
is that really that bad?

I’m a little different,
treat me badly and get told where to go!

I’m a little different,
About my life you’ll never know.

I’m a little different,
live as I want to be.

I’m a little different,
and so are you, in time you’ll see.

I’m a little different,
some make fun of that.

I’m a little different,
go do one, I’ll have none of that.

I’m a little different,
I dress as I see fit.

I’m a little different,
your opinions, don’t give a shit!

I’m a little different,
just want to be me.

I’m a little different,
like everyone, really should be!

Written by Mikki Tiamo, aged 50 and 11 months. 26/09

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Metaphorically dead, red wine

Mikki Tiamo — Wed, 12 Feb 2020 21:47:08 +0000

My brain is a factory of doubt and ill reason,
Still love you inside, not together there’s a reason,
I can’t see things in just black and white,
You make me argue, bicker and fight.

Although I still love you, we must stay apart,
Something deep down means I’m better inside of my heart,
When we’re together, things raw, to the bone,
I constantly think about you, but realise we’re better alone.

Like nails in a coffin, joining two bits of wood,
You’re not really dead, just where I can’t see,
You definately can’t be thinking of me,
I understand that now after all, as if hit by a tree.

Occassional glimpses of you, as I walk on past,
You just sit there, firmly plonked down on your ass,
I’ll never forget you, but can’t drink you no more,
My heart and mind feeling turmoil, split into two.

I miss you like crazy, but my mind just says no,
Cos when I drink you, dont know which way I should go,
I will always love you, you might not know that,
If you could talk, you’d say I’m a twat.

At one time to me, best friend in the world,
So, I’m writing this poem, these words they’re interred,
Wish you no malice, I don’t want you dead,
Plenty of others, go mess with their heads.

Hope that you’re happy, sat on the shelf,
12% vol, not good for my health,
I’ll always love you, so close, we’re no more,
Go find another patron, you crimson red whore.

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