I blame laughter and Sauvignon Blanc; Friday night, an inept DJ. I wonder how you read my misspelled words. Did they whisper or shout at 2am? Mute in the light; grey and painful, Each idiom deciphered, pored over. Now expectancy fills the space in my chest, Heavy and humid like my damp flat. Present residue, … Continue reading Don’t Text When You’re Drunk
Transform Me
Your fingertips shaped Creation, And what was good is perfect. Intentional inspiration; more than worthy of respect. Extravagant your bestowing Light, entity, a deluge of galaxies. Meticulous Designer, fore-knowing Scrutiny, query in life’s galleries. Indulgent Father, I create anarchy An unintentioned disposition Still, you relinquish your love to me Lavishly, at your own volition. Reshape … Continue reading Transform Me
No room for self doubt
I had a thought; in between the madness of work over the last few weeks. It was like a scolding fork prodding my left bum cheek. The thought was simply; why? Yes, yes..i’ve had it before. Many a time if fact, when talking about my ex. But this time it miraculously resonated with the answer. … Continue reading No room for self doubt
Blasé about dirty windows
I hit a learning curve today. What happens when you roll out of church at 1.30ish on an extremely sunny Sunday and realise you’ve not made plans to see anyone that day? Panic? Another thing to add to the list of things i miss now that i'm not in a relationship. To be honest, i'd … Continue reading Blasé about dirty windows
How She Prays
Orange skies and Lemoncello. So clings the last vestige of day. She's supine, captured in yellow. Cherry red lips parted. Cloudless, open are the heavens, Ear cocked to hear her prayer. She's wordless, emptied even, Her contrition halted. Tell her heaven hears her speaking, No matter how quiet the sound. Catch her before she's weeping. … Continue reading How She Prays
I asked for little things at Greenbelt
So, God is talking to me. From the moment a work colleague, Luke told a story in the Morning meeting about not forgetting to ask for the little things…I’ve been hearing Him. Luke, who staggers his work hours to avoid crowded tube’s after 7/7, makes a point of noting who is sitting near him in … Continue reading I asked for little things at Greenbelt
Riots? Tooting is quiet
If I believed everything on Facebook, London's on fire. There's a red mist that's descended on Londoners, Particularly those struggling to make ends meet and looking for an excuse to hit out against the authority who were voted in to 'make things better'. The only thing is, those looting and rioting have lost track of … Continue reading Riots? Tooting is quiet
Headstrong
You miss me most when you're craving Your heart of discontent And then you cry you're worth saving On this, i daily lament. It hurts to see you head strong When your heart is so very weak. All sacrifice seems worthless. I long For the prayer which you never speak. All I ask is that … Continue reading Headstrong
£2 is not a lot
I have £2 in my bank account, this should last me to the end of the month. No, that’s not a typo. And yes, it's only the 19th... I'd have never envisaged just how many things you actually have to deal with when you separate from someone. We had a home, shared bills and bank … Continue reading £2 is not a lot
Silence
You'd think they'd quench the burn; Silent rivulets of pain. Dirty fingers wipe in turn Each eye, mascara stained. Breath, staccato beats a motto, Echoes of the heart inside. Whispered anthem for tomorrow, Body braced to ride the tide. What escapes faith bruised lips? Sound more eloquent than words. When the grasp on silence gently … Continue reading Silence
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