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Tag: story
who am I? (BRB)
What will it take for me to wake up and smell the coffee? When will I begin to value my life? If jumping out of a police station bathroom window isn’t enough to set alarm bells ringing, than what will? I need to stop, I need to breathe then regain control over my life, I … Continue reading who am I? (BRB)
Autumn – stripping me (poem)
As I look to the sky with blurry sight, I think to myself, you were probably right have I lost control of my life? And as Autumn strips the leaves from trees This season is stripping me As I look towards this empty field, I ask myself, when will I heal? Have I lost the … Continue reading Autumn – stripping me (poem)
The Words – bastard in Paris (poem)
All you did was take but what more could I give to you? You already had me bleeding and not sleeping because of you I guess I knew when you called me a ‘bastard’ in Paris That whatever me and you once had died on that bridge All the time I’m plastering a smile on … Continue reading The Words – bastard in Paris (poem)
The Story – mr tease pt2
LINK TO PT1 The Story – mr tease ! He kissed me, and I kissed him, and the world fell away, when I came back to my senses all I could do was fumble for words but before I could say anything he was already talking, “look, I think you are a great guy, I … Continue reading The Story – mr tease pt2
The Words – flooded (poem)
My tears fell onto your hands, clamped around mine, I cried, for all the hurt, For all the love, For all the time, My tears filled up your collar bones, Trickled through your chest, Pooled around your feet, And made our bedroom wet, Flooding, Flooding, Flooded.
The Story – stale chips
I was asked yesterday if there was one ex in particular that I regret things not working out with? I’ll admit, when the question first hit my ears I thought that I’d struggle to answer but as soon as my brain caught up I instantly blurted out his name, it shocked me at first because … Continue reading The Story – stale chips
Diary Entry 1 – doubts (age 18)
Hello, my little blue book, I’m scared, the day is cloudy and dull all the clouds are glowing with a dark rain filled centre, the trees are still bare and the lady across the street is having her flat cleaned by cleaners, I am watching bored out my window, back to why I am … Continue reading Diary Entry 1 – doubts (age 18)
The Story – the masochist
I keep asking myself why it is that I struggle to write about you, I still talk to you and that’s super easy for me to do, sometimes too easy. Closure, or a lack of it, Is that it? Am I still hung up on the age-old question of ‘what if?’ how do you make … Continue reading The Story – the masochist
A Letter To You (I’m Happy)
You think that I am unhappy because I am living a life I once frowned upon at the age of 17, a life I had no clue could be so freeing and liberating, I was so judgemental back then. That was 10 years ago, during that time I have been chained to so many of … Continue reading A Letter To You (I’m Happy)
Ryon Maverick 