I am so hung-over right now for the 2nd time this week, I’m sat in costa as usual and it's probably been about an hour now of me just sitting here not typing! Watching YouTube videos on my phone, not even touched my food or my drink or even loaded up my work. If I’m … Continue reading A Completely Relatable Morning
Tag: Poetry
The Words – you wanted to
You wanted to hit me like a sledgehammer For it to force me to feel something You wanted to break my spine But I still feel nothing You wanted the news to sting my ears For it to make me give a shit You wanted to invade my mind But I still avoid the hit … Continue reading The Words – you wanted to
The Story – mr tease
I could hardly see, and music flooded my ears, bodies, heat, lights, the smell of sweat and dirt in the stuffy air. It was my 4th week in a row that I’d been here, and I was hooked, and best of all I was free. I was 18 and back living in my home town, … Continue reading The Story – mr tease
The Words – black widow
Yes, I did it paint me red Turn the light on let them come A criminal in every sense A shark A snake Scum You crowned me the king of ice Because I didn’t feel a thing Not Regret nor Love nor shame A cheat A beast King He’s the best I ever had And … Continue reading The Words – black widow
The Words – feathers and teeth
Once I watched a man Let his dog Kill a crow Feathers and teeth And a sound I can’t escape Our love is like that crow Our hate is like that dog And the sounds I can’t escape Are my words As they leave my mouth
The Book – ghosts
Writer's block, blocking my brain, my thoughts, my creativity. You, you are the cause for that I’m sure, board of it, of you, writing about you and about our love. Stuck looking back just so I can look forward. My project is a curse, therapy I never signed up for. Easy or so I thought, … Continue reading The Book – ghosts
The Water’s Edge
sometimes we hide behind fake truths, am I faking my truth? Right now as a single gay man I am loving life, I can have casual sex and just leave the next day without any attachment, extra baggage or even a name, I have no one to answer to, the whole bed to myself, no … Continue reading The Water’s Edge
The Story – 17, coming out
Being officially gay was still new to me, a strange feeling that I hadn’t given much thought to before, a closeness to another human that I never knew existed and I was hooked. To feel the touch of his hands on my bare skin and his kisses down my spine, the intensity in his blue … Continue reading The Story – 17, coming out
The Words – hypocrite
Time passed, the space between us in bed got smaller, my heart got warmer, but my mind was still out of the game. We lost some pieces of the puzzle in the rebuild and as hard as I tried I just couldn’t find them. Love existed but my mind wandered, I became vacant and mentally … Continue reading The Words – hypocrite
The Words – gnawing love (poem)
We are running Padded feet on broken ground Running into the ground Breaking barriers down We are clawing Gnawing Playful the sound Fuelled by love Forever bound
Ryon Maverick 