I guess I've always craved validation one way or another, be it someone telling me they think I look hot in my photos or a co worker telling me I did the right thing by leaving a job, sending that all important outfit pic to a friend before a night out and even trying to … Continue reading Validation
Tag: Creative Writing
Sugar Coated
Sometimes I read my work and feel like I haven't dived deep enough, like I'm just treading water at the surface of my emotions and my experiences or that I'm finding ways to word my work that coats it in sugar instead of just writing the truth, letting my words flow out regardless if it … Continue reading Sugar Coated
A Beautiful Thing
When you find someone who loves you for who you really are, its a beautiful thing. To hear the words spoken. To unlock the door to all the faces you hide. To feel a soft touch upon all of your imperfections. To feel soft lips upon all of your 'don't touch' places. To feel their … Continue reading A Beautiful Thing
In My Space
Stood against the brick pile in my back garden away from my Grandad's eyes, smoking his cigarette and drinking coffee from my mug, his hair was a perfect fuzzy mess and his eyes glanced upon the floor more often than they did up on me as he listened to me excitedly rabble on about total … Continue reading In My Space
can i say something?.
go on?... to say anything to avoid that I'm a mess that im tearing apart at the seams to avoid that we broke and that I can't cope to avoid the pain in me that I'm drunk again to avoid that I'm still smoking that i can't deal with this feeling to say that we … Continue reading can i say something?.
Bedroom Eyes
His bedroom eyes were a brown-green disguise that hid the lies and all the fears of his life. I fell into them with great surprise and for a second i could rise without falling. Free falling through time. Falling. We fell. His bedroom eyes were a perfect guise and they cried. Oh how they cried … Continue reading Bedroom Eyes
A Little Broken
Some days I wake up and I feel nothing. I want nothing. I am nothing. Some days you will hold me and Experience nothing. Touch nothing. Caress nothing. Some days I'm still a little broken. My heart isn't always open, but it will always reopen for you. You see... Some days I see nothing but … Continue reading A Little Broken
A Magpie Salute
His eyes have a fire that I could sit and watch forever and he hugs me like he never wants to let me go. Slightly broken and beautiful, I'm not all that sure where he came from or how it even happened but I'm so glad it did! They say that when you know you … Continue reading A Magpie Salute
lighthouse
you used up all of your love on the last one and the light you had flickered out with him you were once the lighthouse calling me home calling me home calling my home i thought i'd be haunted by the thought but now i am sleeping with the lights out and you will always … Continue reading lighthouse
Starbucks 2012
So here I am sat in Starbucks, this cafeteria of noise, finding it hard to cope with the realisation that I just wasted my money and time walking all the way to this Starbucks to write and possibly read, how I am even focused enough to write is a mystery to me. Looking around I … Continue reading Starbucks 2012
