It's quite.No sound but the rain and my beating heart.Stood in the open doorway of the kitchen.Dressing gown on, hood up.The house is dark, hollow and the rain freckles my face as I smoke my cigarette.The world is sleeping but my mind is occupied while I stand alone.Nothing but the rain.Nothing but my heart.Nothing but … Continue reading Nothing But The Rain
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not so cool, calm & collected
33 day's I had waited to see his face, I wanted to write about it but I've left it too long and now the memory has gone along with the words and what I had said. I just remember drowning, drowning us both in a flood I was creating myself. I broke the dam and … Continue reading not so cool, calm & collected
The Things I Miss
I am hoping that if I write them all down then I wont miss them anymore. Purge them out from the corners of my mind so I can start again. .... Being told I look beautiful, even when I've just woken up. Having someone to call beautiful. A hand on my thigh in the car. … Continue reading The Things I Miss
Too Old For This Shit
Cold coffee from a cup off the floor is all I need in this inner war and the drugs didn't work and the sofa was cold check my phone, do some needed damage control fuck, wasn't meant to let all of my feelings show It's my birthday soon I'm getting old the sun is too … Continue reading Too Old For This Shit
The Sickness
My ankle still hurts from early hours Sunday morning, I got so drunk that I threw up again and I was so embarrassed that I fled, left my shirt and my hat, my dignity too. Running so fast that I stumbled in my platform shoes on the stairs, it happened so fast and I was … Continue reading The Sickness
Memories For Company
Today I walked past a house and through the window i could see their Christmas tree, still up, still shining full of lights even in February. I didn't even mind, in a way I completely understood how it felt to hold on to something good for as long as possible, something that brings you joy. … Continue reading Memories For Company
Ryon Maverick 