I frustrate myself so much, I want people around me, yet I turn them away, I guess I can’t deal with the questions right now, so I hide away until everyone forgets why I disappeared in the first place, I just show back up like nothing ever happened, like I never left, and the truth … Continue reading Road To Recovery (you are not alone)
Images – the beginning
Hey folks! So, I've been asked a lot about my poetry book that I have been working on 'The Life And Death Of Love' and how it started, so as you can see in these pictures it started what feels like years and years ago (probably because it was) in notebooks like these! I have … Continue reading Images – the beginning
The Words – hibernation (poem)
sleeping in cotton growing back my skin my heart is here somewhere my blood is thin my eyes remain closing never quite shut though I am dosing I can still look Sleeping all winter My hair growing long Dreaming of lovers And all that is gone My mind is resetting Under crisp white snow … Continue reading The Words – hibernation (poem)
Say Cheese!
Hey everyone! I want to take this opportunity to thank you all for taking the time to read my blog and my post's and really introduce myself! That me up there in the picture above...Now a few of you may feel you know a little or even a lot about me from my posts, … Continue reading Say Cheese!
who am I? (BRB)
What will it take for me to wake up and smell the coffee? When will I begin to value my life? If jumping out of a police station bathroom window isn’t enough to set alarm bells ringing, than what will? I need to stop, I need to breathe then regain control over my life, I … Continue reading who am I? (BRB)
Autumn – stripping me (poem)
As I look to the sky with blurry sight, I think to myself, you were probably right have I lost control of my life? And as Autumn strips the leaves from trees This season is stripping me As I look towards this empty field, I ask myself, when will I heal? Have I lost the … Continue reading Autumn – stripping me (poem)
The Words – bastard in Paris (poem)
All you did was take but what more could I give to you? You already had me bleeding and not sleeping because of you I guess I knew when you called me a ‘bastard’ in Paris That whatever me and you once had died on that damn bridge All the time I’m plastering a smile … Continue reading The Words – bastard in Paris (poem)
