WOW how this post was supposed to be something totally different... Now its just sad.. It was supposed to tell the story of how on my first date with Mr Monkey Face, we got drunk and I was super hungry and he offered me some slowcooker pork but forgot to take out the bones and … Continue reading PORK BONES
Tag: Creative Writing
Absent But Dating
I've been absent for a little bit of time now and a few days ago someone asked where I had been...the answer? Defrosting! that's where I've been. Freaking out, over thinking and the best thing of all..DATING! I had written dating off after multiple failed attempts and various steps backwards over the last two years … Continue reading Absent But Dating
20/10/2019
my bed was 2 years too late for you but I pulled back the sheets anyway I turned back all the clocks and reverted to another day another way another place in time when you were nothing but mine I believed in meant to be but this isn't that this is black and its dark … Continue reading 20/10/2019
Dopey
Confiding in me sat in KFC, the woman he had been dating had been hot and cold for weeks now. It was late, he had been working as usual, I still remember the look in his eyes as they searched my face for answers. "just get rid of her and pull yourself together" I advised, … Continue reading Dopey
Who Needs Love Anyway…
shades on my eyes as I look to the sky so the dragonflies dont mock the bags that they hide yeah I didn't sleep much just an hour or two once id passed out from overthinking of you thinking of love and all that it brings the hours or screaming and breaking of things and … Continue reading Who Needs Love Anyway…
Knock’a’Window Fun
My eyes open, my mind racing. My lamp still on, I'd passed out again. 3AM. Silence, all I can hear is the pounding of my heart. Tap. Tap. Tap. No I wasn't dreaming, someone really was knocking on my bedroom window. I'm scared now, I slither over to my lamp and turn it off. Sat … Continue reading Knock’a’Window Fun
Own Two Feet
Coffee cup held to my lips My nails are painted black My eyes are gazing through the glass And no ones looking back Lana sings into my ears Of lovers lost and gone I can't help but to relate My tears fall to her song I have all but given up I cut another out … Continue reading Own Two Feet
