your words tugged at the ribbon around my heart– were you a boy in a schoolyard trying to get my attention too shy to say what you really meant? you managed to unravel me with unspoken words and your boyish charm but then you ran away ribbon in hand– letting actions speak louder than wordsContinueContinue reading “Ribbon”
Category Archives: Words
Peter Flew
Peter Pan flew away back to Neverland and maybe one day Wendy will say that she found herself a real man I have a feeling thousands of poets could have written this one, but I’ve had it in the poetry vault for a while, so why the hell not just post it 😉
Dirty Messages
Content Warning: Adult The problem with sending you dirty messages is that I have to wait for hours until I see you and we can make it cum true
Start Again
It’s okay to start again to shed layers of decay shake off the old weights chase the joy of lifeawaken Some relationships run their course Some careers need to end New locations await discovery New people to become old friend
The Edge
Photo by Aviz Media on Pexels.com When you’re gazing over the edge and demons whisper all your failures When the mirror of the world shows you all the things you aren’tDon’t take that step Because the devil is the liar and social media has a filter Popularity over character – that shit’s off kilter Gazing over the edge you don’t need toContinueContinue reading “The Edge”
Linger
Photo by alleksana on Pexels.com Your sweet words they linger sticking on my tongue I know I’m in real troubleI start to come undone Desire in your eyes cripples my resolve I meltwithin your fire If I linger– I’ll dissolve
Ain’t That The Truth
He asks me how I am and we’re both surprised by my response:”Okay, actually.” He asks me to take him with mebecause ‘okay’is a great place to bewhen you’re used to residing in’actually, quite shite.’
Toiling
Purchase hoodie here Quietly toiling breaking through stone Not as good as some but with everything I am Work, work, work till I blister my handsforget to eat – burn out from neglect I get my coin – far less than hours worked but we all do that here so someone else can get rich And I do okayquietly toiling until someone elseget creditedContinueContinue reading “Toiling”
My ‘Not-So-Good’ Boy
Photo by Ricardo CL on Pexels.com He’s my not-so-good boywhispering dirty things making me blush wanting to touch every single part of me Trying to be a good girlhe pulls on my heartstrings saying I’m beautiful he’s completely unsuitable yet, he makes me feel so free
Nameless Sunset
Photo by Brett Sayles on Pexels.com I watched the quiet sunset from my tiny balcony– no dusty pinks or vibrant oranges Is that an ‘icy grey’? Does that blue have a name?Would one call that ‘not quite purple?’ I wished I’d a painter with me to name the subtle greys, fading blue and whispers of purple Instead,ContinueContinue reading “Nameless Sunset”
