I’ll write a poem one day, Of my best friend and I; About how I love clouds And she, a sunny sky. She’ll giggle with glee Or maybe she’ll cry, The moment I put it out for all to see.
I wish I were smart, wish I were beautiful. Had infinite strength, and gracefully grow old. Love in abundance, with mountains of gold. I wish I had it all, plus a beautiful soul.
Maybe I’ll just write and write and put my tears to paper, till my feelings of deep inadequacy become songs and beautiful poems to strangers’ ears.
And how weird it is that now I think of time in relation to you that there’s simply a Before You and After. It’s the new chronology of my days. With you, Now uncomplicated.
Sometimes the ones we love the most hurt us and it feels like the end of the world—for a couple of days, a week or however long it takes you to come to terms with what has happened. But I’ve come to find that the pain lessens, either to a dull throb when you hear … Continue reading On Imperfections & Healing…
It starts out simply enough, a kind word, a confidence-boosting compliment, a helping hand or simply, showing interest in your life. It's new, it's different, but it's welcome. So you embrace it. Understandably, in the beginning you're unsure...hesitant. This must be surreal, a parallel life, surely. Someone in love with you? You repulsive, unwanted thing? He … Continue reading Non-fiction
To be honest, I noticed him for the first time three weeks ago, when he walked in with his Lord Swoledemort workout tank. I had just looked up from my phone after ending an awkward text conversation I didn't want to be having. I remember as watched him I had smiled, something I hadn't done in … Continue reading Strangers In A Barn
And the way I do it is, I imagine myself in their place; And when I can hear the bombs rain from somewhere up above in the dead of night, and cower, not knowing where the next will fall, When I can see the waves which have broken their bounds carry away my neigbours, from … Continue reading Derivative Melancholy And Primrose Paths
I will not be your side-attraction pulled out for just a day or maybe two. I will neither put a face to your dirtiest fantasies nor reign in your raging lusts; tame them to a whisper, only to then be stuffed back into the dense darkness to fight for breathing space with the skeletons in … Continue reading sullying love’s good name
I listened as you spoke of how happy she made you, momentarily distracted by my thoughts of how she effortlessly delivered to you, everything that I had always struggled to conjure.