You are still, quiet; enfolded by the sound of me. Mouth moving, soul keening deeply. Then, each hour with you I note, Your last stories, in rivulet moats. First; cold torrential rain, Clear, pure, they voice the pain. They trace the path where grief resides, Deathless echoes of love's tides. Then like the shards of … Continue reading The Shapes of You
There’s me. I’m in the college loos. I’m 19 years old, and I'm jumping up and down, hoping my period will start. It’s not even actually due. I haven’t a clue about my body. Cycle? What’s that? I’m in my first serious relationship, with my first love. His name is K*. He was rather lovely. … Continue reading Peri- what?
We’re going through a difficult time at the moment - I won’t go into it but suffice is to say one outcome could be pretty crap. A deep fault of mine is that I allow worry to wrap itself round my heart and squeeze ever so painfully. So much so I find it hard to … Continue reading Thriving?
They walked slowly out of the building; through its long shadows, down the stark white steps and into the sunshine. It was only then he realised how chilled the stone had been, and how muffled the sound as it’d bounced around the cavernous architecture. He glanced up at the arch as they came out under … Continue reading Untitled…
Two years ago i found out my husband of five months had cheated on me. Happy Anniversary: Your eyes disappointed me most. What I mistook for deep wells of honesty, Were actually fathomless pools of regret. And, each declaration you bestowed on me Was your own, furtive lament. Now i bow to you, awesome piece … Continue reading Poem: Your eyes disappointed me most.
Cars and buses, feet on wet pavement, Swoosh, tap, pace, and rap. And you, oblivious to time, you lament At dark windows, docking your cap. Dapper old man in your battered suit, Aiming your lighter toward your fag, A story set in your own head, you salute All that is familiar to you; a sad, … Continue reading Poem: The Old Man
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
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
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
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
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