Words – Page 3 – Secret Thoughts Within

Beneath

Beneath the insecurities I let you see I hope you glean the remarkable in me I know I show you all my mistakes underneath it all, I have what it takes So, take a chance and bet on me I’ll make it through, just wait and see This simple poem’s lines can be read forwardsContinueContinue reading “Beneath”

Gin Kiss

With gin on my tongue I head off to find you because my body remembers it’s better when my skin is on yours and your hands tangle in my hair as you taste me Come, join me on the bed change my breathingand watch my flushed cheeks fade as I fall asleep naked beside you 🦊

A Non-Fairy Tale (with audio)

Once upon a time, there was an ordinary girl. One day, she met an ordinary boy and they fell in love. They lived an ordinary life, doing ordinary things in ordinary ways. It was really quite extraordinary. The end. I’ve pulled this one out of the creative vault from 2020. It has the appropriate amountContinueContinue reading “A Non-Fairy Tale (with audio)”

Touched

Artist: Henry Asencio, Los Angeles, 1971 Henry Asencio another man touched my bare skin today as I lay on a massage tableand it didn’t feel right as his hand slid over my backso I ran home for the remedy – I was only made to be touched by you

Weather

My best friend moves with the weather while I sit there trying to talk down the storm

Locked Away (with audio)

Sound credit: click here I’ve realised I’ve packed a part of myself away (again) I put it in a box marked dangeroustucked it into the basement It’s the sensual side I hide the flesh in me that craves pleasure allows me to embrace desire and being desired I’ve realised too late what I’ve done the lock is rusting corroded by a legacyContinueContinue reading “Locked Away (with audio)”

Become the Dark

My pain drops like blood onto the page angled words dominate the lines of my life through their descriptive blackness, I become the dark

Fatigue Snarls

Here I am againstaring at a blank page fatigue leaning over my shoulder ready to snatch the words from my tired fingers What words will I not write today?What emotions will I abandon to the ether? Every artist struggles as we balance creativity with capacity and I find myself lamenting over all the words I have not writtenallContinueContinue reading “Fatigue Snarls”

Sore

Image found here on Pinterest My body is sore from our frantic love-makingfrom your touch and thrust my everything’s aching If my body remembers I really don’t mind this kind of sore is my favourite kind 🦊

Deeds and Discomfort

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com What deeds am I to do with my brittle faitha world away from the pains of war and pits of hunger? Whilst contemporaries debate which sin is worselives are lost across the shore Souls slip away unnoticed caused by injustice and shuttered Western eyes Helpless, my heart shakes their horrors will neverContinueContinue reading “Deeds and Discomfort”