she died on the bathroom floor you know.
a cut on her ribs.
the rib borne from man,
killed the girl on the bathroom floor.
no one had kindness. no one had words of condolences.
only four pictures and a note,
only they proved someones love for her.
the things that made her beautiful,
an innocence lost,
a bleach blonde tangle,
and a vicious lover from a doomed...
Monday 6th June 2022 6:36 pm
I wrote this for my typography class. We had to research and redesign our assigned letter over six weeks. I couldn't resist a punny opportunity...
In ks you forgot
A clog in language
works quietly away
Like the ticks of a clock
Across time and space
Fit for a king
At the highest peak
In the deepest sink
Bows the humble k
It knocks on the doors
Wednesday 6th April 2022 10:24 am
Dear Clark - I write this letter as a way to say goodbye,
I know we’ve dated many years and I know I said I’d try
to get over all your little quirks that really drive me mad,
but I can’t, you see, and so for me It’s all ending rather sad.
It’s the way you seem to run away when things are getting tough,
If your penchant to hide in phone boxes wasn’t reason enough...
Tuesday 16th June 2020 2:54 pm
I was living certain and sure
of the future I desired
A house by the water
sea air kissing my eyes
before I brave the morning paper
A figure framed in a gaping doorway
watching freighters skim the horizon
Rest my coffee cup on the fence
slide a nail down this foriegn envelope
draw the perfumed letter from within
The paper see-through
like her summer dresses
My fingers beneath it
Monday 13th April 2020 1:39 pm
No need to go to Theater
Today is the end of the show
I wrote you final letter
Actor decided to go
No need to read my poem
Nothing else in the mail
To save you of bad clime
My heart, began to fail
I hope you get my point
I wish you can get me
I'm sure the Nancy Theater
Closed. Do you agree?
Wednesday 3rd April 2019 11:06 am
a sigh is leaving me
I can concentrate now, finally
a statue standing on the jetty
the lake’s slow wash below the boards
I feel freer now than ever
more than I did back there
I don’t know how you toil on
those boiling days below the city
tinned-life crammed searching for air
You wrote of the love you found
that you always dreamed was waiting
head cocked ...
Monday 4th March 2019 7:47 am
You’re beautiful. Belle Ame, French, for beautiful soul. I cautiously use the word beautiful, simply because the word holds so much power. It may be overused in it’s context, but within mine, it holds virtue.
Rain is beautiful. The smell of rain, the taste, the sound, the feeling on your skin as it seeps into the thread of your clothing. The way it collects in puddles on broken roads, or how it...
Sunday 8th April 2018 3:12 pm
Letter to you,
Words of wisdom,
If I may.
Don’t fall for the irony
That my reflection
Lacks a map of my life.
My beautiful child,
Let me remind you,
That every time you smile,
Every drop of laughter
That you place in this world,
That people do
Amazing things each day.
Now not to di...
Thursday 29th March 2018 3:25 pm
For fourteen years
all that I was known
was that I had a mother
I didn't know of.
And all I knew of her
was her name.
Then there came that day
when I was told of you both
but only because of her,
because she made a decision
to tell me so.
So, now I take this time
to write you both this letter.
A letter to you both,
to my brother and to my sister
who I just came to heard of,
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 3:04 am
A little poem that is very much not in my usual style!
We have known each other a long time now,
and whilst I know you will always be there for me,
it is with a heavy heart that I must tell you the following:
We can no longer be together.
It’s not you.
I find I can’t keep away from you,
and I have so much work to do t...
Thursday 27th September 2012 5:51 pm
Well. Here goes. The first blog post. "Can you hear me at the back?" Now's probably the moment where I'm supposed to say something profound and memorable to initiate what I'm sure will be a wonderful relationship between me and the Worldwide Web. But sadly, I left my profound and memorable hat on the topmost shelf in my bedroom which unfortunately I cannot reach. Such a shame. It has feathers o...
Wednesday 15th June 2011 10:11 am
Dearest Justin Timberlake
Firstly, hello! Thanks for reading
I like that music that you make.
It’s brill that you’re succeeding.
When N Sync split I must’ve died.
But then I heard your solo years
And your first album – Justified
Is the sole reason I have ears.
But now you’re making movies
And Oscars, you may hold -
In your trailer sipping smoothies
Mixed with caviar...
Thursday 21st October 2010 12:52 am