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Fishbowl Death
Fishbowl of Death.
Jack and John have been best friends since childhood, cheeky chappies running around in the same neighbourhood.
Having the usual Friday night out on the town at some out of reach club where the dubious type of characters hangs around.
Greeted by their friends each displaying the different stages of fun they had been having, generally it was good behaviour with a ta...
Friday 20th September 2024 11:14 pm
Your coffee
Wednesday 25th August 2021 12:23 pm
After The Fifteenth Step…
Watching the full moon
Coming out of the monsoon cloud
-In the middle of the lonely night
After the downpour
The sky seems to be smiling
Like her eyes
Shining bright and vivid
In our midnight paradise
Her eyes; brimming over in ecstasy
These sleepless nights
Bring her memories back
Not in pain nor in consolation
I can still count her ste...
Thursday 6th February 2020 3:07 pm
Slingshot
it pulls back, tight,
a finger falls away
gone
flung through the air
till it hits
and falls
a heavy stone sunk at the bottom of my stomach
but you’ve left the slingshot on the bench outside
and I don’t know how to leave you on that bed
a cold hand still holds my heart
instead, you’ll stay
a heavy stone sunk in my stomach
I’ll never leave you behind
I swear
I’ll take you everywhere
b...
Wednesday 9th January 2019 9:10 pm
Without You
It gets harder and harder each day.
It's constant sadness, loneliness, heartbreak, confusion, anger and what if's.
It literally hurts.
It never stops.
So much of me went with you.
Tuesday 26th April 2016 12:18 am
Suddenly Gone
What do you do when such a huge part of your EVERYDAY life is just gone? A complete void that appeared instantly overnight.
You have shoes here, a toothbrush, clothes that I've slept in almost every night for the past 2 years, tons of toys/games you bought our son, things you bought me, your #1 on my speed dial, your profile on Netflix, our cat Spooks that you named, everything is still here......
Tuesday 26th April 2016 12:15 am
A MOTHERS GRIEF
Two of my children were kidnapped as babies, and I suffered so much over it. This poem came out of that suffering, along with many many more.
A MOTHER’S GRIEF
It’s really hard to bear
The loneliness within
When emotions test
And hearts bleed
When children’s arms
Reach out to mother’ running
As they are taken from her
And pain is enthroned
To leave her with nothing
But the pain and
...
Tuesday 10th June 2014 1:16 am
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