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
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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
The Story – keeper of secrets
I remember her holding me in the car park of the gypsy caravan site, strength on her face but heartbreak in her eyes as she told me how much she loved me. I couldn’t hold them back any longer and they began cascading down my cheeks, I watched my mum grow smaller and smaller in … Continue reading The Story – keeper of secrets
The Story – separate tracks
We never did get it right did we? yet you are still around, looking back at the jumbled history that is us, it's hard to put the pieces together, harder than all the rest. Maybe we were too complicated to comprehend? maybe there is just too much to remember? my mind presenting memories like a … Continue reading The Story – separate tracks
The Story – mr. bump
I remember calling my ex that day for an explanation, I needed to know why he played his part, what was so bad about his current relationship that he would risk ruining not only his but mine as well. His fella had found out too and walked out, I stayed. looking back now I’m not … Continue reading The Story – mr. bump
My Story Is Mine Alone
We are all living and breathing writers, we are writing our life stories every single second that we remain alive. The story is our own, we own it because we live it, we love it and we hate it and we chose it, we plant the seeds and we water them, some grow and others … Continue reading My Story Is Mine Alone
The Story – cheating on me
His phone left my hand and landed on the bed next to his sleeping head, my mind gave me no time to care what the weather was doing and my eyes wouldn’t let me focus on the clothes I was throwing on my back, my hand let go of the door handle, it slammed louder … Continue reading The Story – cheating on me
The Words – blue light
Bathed in blue light We lay At the beginning of days filled with hope Just you and me Nothing in-between Young and willing to lose it all Bathed in blue light You have my heart Come what may Today, tomorrow and forever I have you – Selflessly
The Story – lindor chocolate
You were wearing your faded red bed top and white boxers. None of the furniture was ours, the sofa was a tiny, hard, modern thing covered in brown suede fabric that we could hardly fit on together and the kitchen was the length of a micro oven, hotel fridge and one sink combined! Not that … Continue reading The Story – lindor chocolate
Ryon Maverick 