Power is a word that I havent seen used properly
You take that same anger and let it build
Lets be honest we do not know what the truth is until we hear it somewhere else
A deaf man can hear the difference in the tone of our conversations
I been looking foward to the end and i can not help it
Its easier to play the cards you picked and werent dealt with
Im confused on what yo...
Thursday 8th July 2021 6:24 pm
I'm a reptile
But I'm warmer
When I'm with you
You stir something in me
Like I'm always on the edge of something
There’s a chemical reaction between us
It makes me feel like static energy
Could we really be the result of chance?
Can chance pull like a magnet?
Or is this kismet?
It runs fast, long, rife
It is our double life
We share a secret world t...
Tuesday 16th February 2021 11:01 pm
kiss me on the mouth
let me be; set me free
to be trapped against you
pain I wish nothing on
to wrap arms you know
i can not deny
when to hold her brings joy
let me know
let me be; set me free
wish against me not away
to understand nothing is a void
unhappiness be where you know not
do not fight, my love
endings to soon to show
but listen to direction and ...
Wednesday 17th April 2019 1:01 pm
We enter this world on days when life is slightly kinder
Pushed by our family in our pushchair,
we are content.
As we've grown, we are given happiness as a gift
We are given happiness with gifts,
the sweetness of our mother's kiss,
the softness of a kitten
We were unaware of the concept of age
We gave love willingly,
our first kiss being messy and conf...
Sunday 23rd April 2017 5:45 pm
When we were young
we raged against the storm
biting at our hormones,
engulfing our senses
and our sensibilities.
The deep penetrating
oxblood on our
Doctor Martin boots
to an indignant sheen.
split ends and acne,
Shredded Wheat moustache.
A groove worn on the chin
by pondering fingers.
Wednesday 1st February 2017 7:10 pm
In the beginning he would wake at every peculiar sound that came from the babies crib
In the beginning he would bring me a beverage as I fed his son whilst the moon was dimly lit
In the beginning he would rush home from work eager to see the family he created
In the beginning we were the people whom he could be himself and escape with
In the beginning we were enough
Tuesday 3rd January 2017 2:37 pm
~~In The Beginning
that’s all we’re doing
daubed on cave walls
scratched on parchment
prodded into submission
on a plastic keyboard
with a graphite swipe
erased by rubber
ideas and musings
Tuesday 14th October 2014 7:21 pm