So, it’s happening! My book is becoming a reality. I’m actually going to see my book in print. Don’t get me wrong I still have a lot to do, images to select, edit and place, a few sections to thin down or bulk up but for the most part it is all coming together and … Continue reading I Wrote A Book (update)
Delete One after another and repeat I watched our Christmas disappear first Your birthday vanished soon after With every hit of the button, the knot in my stomach tightened Delete I opened the file, Paris Emotions torn from my mind Faded were your eyes the whole time Gone now though to a place I’ll never … Continue reading Delete
Road cones and crying wolf We are driving through the dark Your hands are on the wheel But your teeth surround my heart And I am happy thought I’m crying Tears are pooling in my gut As I feel your eyes upon me Accelerator under foot.
It's raining in both our towns now though that's not the only thing connecting me to you. See, I left my mind on that stone studded beach and my heart blocked out the sound permanently and that night you drove to me through the dark I had to feel my way around you as you … Continue reading Lemons
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
For me one of the worst parts of a break up isn't necessarily the break up part itself but the aftermath! Dont get me wrong I mean, all of the crying and the loneliness and the alcohol numbing, ice cream eating binges are always awful but it's the part after that I hate, the part … Continue reading A Million Places
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
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
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?.
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