Even as you lose sight of your values cheapen your worth with lies lies, you hear lies you repeat back to yourself lies, you come to believe reciting the script daily a mantra of insults even as they get under your skin into your psyche, into your veins into your lungs, your gut, your … Continue reading Amnesia
These days we are either the product or the consumer creativity can make good of both things and bad- be sure you never buy into anything that has less soul than you do.
Ever wonder what your hero may be doing right now? Where he is, what he thinks about what makes him tick- sorry it’s not you and he’s not it. (More likely than not he’s standing right next to you, why don’t you just ask him?)
If you throw yourself readily at people you've never met you'll throw yourself at strangers strangers can be anybody and anybody could mean anything and you're worth more than that.
11.07.19 Suddenly there was this perfect little baby boy his whole life ahead of him I look upon that innocent face and smile inside and out a proud auntie. Life- be gentle with him be kind.
I am a blank canvas touched by dreams shaded with sorrows illuminated by smiles blended with tears for years and years I've been coloured with imagination stained by fears. This canvas is yours now the artist barely raised her brush I am a blank canvas pristine and untouched I couldn't paint you a pretty … Continue reading Blank Canvas
The worst thing to aim for is someone else's best -define your own
There is tragedy in staring out through windows waiting for something anything- to happen delivery man arrives, more parcels post arrives, more bills cat returns home, meows for food nurse arrives, more pills bird flies by, shits down the glass newspaper arrives, more lies hearse arrives; bad news. (I need to get some … Continue reading Empty
I am like a fine thread, she said tightly bound to my beginnings in search of a different end a tangled ball of intricate knots- you place your hands inside my heart attempting to undo my chaos. You’ll be there for eternity can’t you see? the lengths I have gone to never … Continue reading A Different End
She was the canyon between us and you and I had such grace from which to fall.
Countless tears later I raise my head, open my eyes to see the world surrounding me, moving past me time slipping by, without me I wake to find I am still pacing in a circle after years going nowhere -but here Here is a place I’ve been before nothing much has changed though … Continue reading The Key
To Whom it May Concern… I lied to you, misguided you, judged you, punished you, hurt you, harmed you, damaged you, scarred you, bruised you, poisoned you, pushed, shoved and tricked you, kicked you, insulted you, abused you, silenced you, hid you, forgot you, lost you, denied you, ignored you, doubted you, hated you, avoided … Continue reading To Whom it May Concern
The sky was grey the mist over the clifftops was grey the sea, grey the horizon line had turned so pale a grey it couldn’t be seen with the naked eye the mood was grey grey seabirds were flying up above singing, grey seabird songs the sea air blowing across the beach even had an … Continue reading Grey
I was half awake, half asleep, half-dreaming when the words came to me ‘all’s well today’. Mid-afternoon laid out on a battered sofa the pungent stench of dead roses on a nearby shelf. I sat up and stared death in the face thinking it strange of people to cut fresh roses and lay … Continue reading Autumn
I am the gentle melt of snow solidified by the chill of the air you can chase my movements from the warmth of your breath to the sharp tip of an icicle born of a billion teardrops dripping- In the slowing of sorrow to a rigid state I find my core too brittle to … Continue reading Icicle
Near spent by hard living a stray cat who has outlived his nine lives dressed in your finest rags, standing centre stage take the scrawl of life and rewrite every page your guitar sings like an angel each word shines like a flashing neon sign in the chill of a rainy night in London calloused … Continue reading Rainy Night in London
Stripped of his protective husk of agreeable friends and doting acquaintances a man must retain composure poise and decorum to the bitter end as a rule of thumb, society demands it of him even the ill-equipped and socially inept know this- she dropped him off in the middle of nowhere and threw him like roadkill … Continue reading Where do you find them?
Everybody says that the lady is crazy everybody laughs when she does crazy things everybody says that her words are absurd nobody listens when the crazy lady sings everybody points and stares as she walks by everyone has an opinion, to whisper or sigh everybody knows her face, no-one knows her name the crazy lady … Continue reading Crazy Lady
I’m an oasis of calm the eye of the storm the safe zone in the belly of the beast I bring that ray of sunshine to your beautiful day- I am the hurricane circling too.
Old bones slump in a public house guarding a pint of ale in their usual corner of bitterness slurring nostalgia, drunk with hindsight staggering between the bar and a desperate loneliness that spills hard-earned wisdom in the laps of strangers to amend a long list of personal regrets ‘of course, I would do it all … Continue reading Old Bones
With the onset of Autumn leaves gather in gutters in shades of rust, crimson and gold blown by the self-same bitter wind that drives the first snow down onto the mountain peaks of the highlands while many a flock of pink-footed geese sweep the clouds across the sky the force of a plethora of urgent … Continue reading Wintering
I feel the tug of infatuation like a bitch in heat intoxicated to a state of paralysis moonstruck hopes and stillborn prayers rest in a place of desperate neglect heart bruised, cheapened by lust becomes both predator and prey yet narcoleptic tendencies bow my head I shrink from life I make my bed as welcoming … Continue reading To Love What I Could Not
On dark nights that follow each false dawn the inertia of melancholy addles and stupefies I lie sedated, senses deadened the icy teeth of winter biting my flesh. A spider, lifeless in an old tattered web hangs helplessly in the glow of a tarnished blue-silver moon. I wish that I could buff and polish the … Continue reading Inertia
Numerous times the rod was swung bait cast out into the water maggots tossed into their midst Still, the fish continued to outsmart his hook nonchalantly growing fat on the feast if their bulging eyes could wink at him, they did silent and smug, as they swam away. Until- a pathetic silver thing with … Continue reading Fish
Dawn will not find me yielding in submission to the day I am hemmed in cocooned in a chrysalis of cotton sheets. What makes the butterfly beautiful is the way she dreams.
Words can help, hinder, harm or heal we are socially isolated switched on, to an idle daily commentary with ourselves. Within four walls, behind closed doors loneliness is crowded -the crowd desperately lonely. All that spills through flickering screens into our eyes is us, screaming silently for each other. Our fingertips tap-dance across the … Continue reading Fingertips
I see a fine vintage dress with seams torn, lace trimmings frayed ribbons and bows unravelling in a tattered old wardrobe in an abandoned house slowly but surely reclaimed by nature I catch my reflection in broken windows notes of femininity in the paint peeling away from every wall.
I walk through a crowd of glass people I sense fragility, falsehoods and fears I read the transparent words that fall from their tongues and for better or worse true sentiments reveal themselves feathers of honesty or daggers of deceit. With each lie I watch insecurity attempt to hold itself together to seem unbreakable … Continue reading Glass
The sound of survival a deafening scream no-one can hear for the noise. born of chaos I crawl from the battlefield with a heavy heart that can weep no more. away in the distance beyond my reach old comrades turn away into the setting sun. in my eyes their lights go out, … Continue reading The Loneliness of Survival
The concluding chapter of a daring heart falls open on a page bookmarked with a withered wildflower come the first drop of rain I bow my head the same I built a wall to shield me from sorrow now, I find a place to hide inside of my own with outstretched arms like open roads … Continue reading The Sanctuary of Cowardice
The threshold crossed in times of loss and desperation doubt or fear is only the beginning a rare glimpsed energy can melt the hardest heart with tenderness when least expected where pieces of our lives fit into place little things hold utmost significance intense emotion and humility flow in our veins we gulp back our … Continue reading The Beginning