Through life, so many roads lead to nowhere but does that mean we can’t enjoy the journey? So many stories beautifully unwritten, but does that mean they never happened? Were never lived? All of You are my scars and I have learned to love each and every one, each a reminder of the beautiful disaster … Continue reading Beautifully Unfinished
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Letting Go Of Mr Jones
Hey Stranger... I know I know, this has been one of the longest writing breaks I think I have ever taken BUT! I have been busy and a lot as been happening. So much so that my dysfunctional brain has no idea how to start writing about it all. Maybe I should start with getting … Continue reading Letting Go Of Mr Jones
The Little Things (poem)
Car park views, cold coffee and grey skies Dry eyes for the longest time Chipped nails and a few extra pounds Smiles and laughter still surround Windowsill desk and no wall divide No need for hearts to hide And it’s funny how we sweat the small stuff And let all the past ghosts haunt us … Continue reading The Little Things (poem)
I Am Ready (poem)
I am ready Breathing and alive Terrified Honestly, i’m still a little bit insane But the best people are right? Battle scarred from the car crash that is my life But i know you can’t drive Do I still need my seatbelt? Will I forget how the lows felt? A fighter all my life Will … Continue reading I Am Ready (poem)
Warm Summer Rain (poem)
Everything going so well But my mind is playing tricks again That time of year again I'm falling into the well Of doubts and fears inside myself And I can't help but fear the end More than friends and more than hearts that mend He is warm summer rain Against my hollow frame Willing to … Continue reading Warm Summer Rain (poem)
The Man I Am
Sometimes I rip out my heart to watch it beat Because I no longer feel it's rhythm in me And when it's in my hand I go dance in the street To remember the feeling of ground under feet We're just bodies, we're just flesh and bone And my heart is the one in control … Continue reading The Man I Am
Helium Balloons
Smoking a cigarette on the street just outside of Amwell Green, under the light of the moon I gave in. It was official, no turning back. I felt instantly lighter, like helium balloons and iridescent bubbles. My phone buzzed with the first like and comment and i smiled. I looked up to the sky and … Continue reading Helium Balloons
la douleur exquise
I've sat staring at this empty screen for 20 minutes. Large cappuccino. Room fan on full. A unknown song plays (fall to water washed away, all that water washed away). Someone else's things surround me and this room is not mine. My hair is blonde now and I've put on a few pounds, my yellow … Continue reading la douleur exquise
Burning Man
I burned a man in a wheelbarrow at the bottom of my garden as flames scorched and blackened he smiled he smiled the same as he did the day we met he smiled the same as he did the day we first made love yeah, he smiled just the same no pain did cross his … Continue reading Burning Man
What’s Left For a Lover?
If I could be in love with you My life would be ok But when you can't even love yourself What's left for a lover? Its probably always been you But right now everything around me is see-through Even you. And maybe I see my future held inside your ribs And maybe all my truths … Continue reading What’s Left For a Lover?
Ryon Maverick 