The word is precious and belongs here, any and all words are welcome.
I remember, sometime in the past, that taste in my mouth of my lover’s flesh
That moment you wake and find you’re not alone and smile
That hand, that caress when it’s still dark and quiet
Tracing the line of someone’s back in the low light
Kissing a neck in the middle of the night
This was a short story written for the Stourbridge Writers Group. Theme: Autumn Colours and Aliens (either or both) “The transformation England goes through as it moves from its warmest period, Summer, to its coldest period, called Winter, is iconic.” The tour guide had lost count of the times they had said this, but it
I wrote this for a PASTA night in Wolverhampton. PASTA is a free monthly event organised by Poets, Prattlers and Pandemonialistsis, it’s an; Open mic night with a difference. Each month we meet at the Arena Theatre and ask people to perform a piece they’ve written on a theme which was chosen at the previous
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Being alone is not the worst. Though loneliness can leave you hurting, wanting, hunting for that moment, which used to be filled, and warm and safe. Missing someone you took for granted, like that herb garden you lovingly planted, only to find by winter it was gone, another thing you had forgotten to maintain. I’ve
New friends are hardNew friends are unfamiliarAnd they bring magic, laughter and life into my heart I overthink so muchI overstep and risk a lossAnd they see past my cluelessness and see I care We bow and bendWe find our way and hugAnd sometimes we smile and laugh and cry and sob I misunderstandI spill
My heart has learned to beat again, so long it sat in a spare room with little joy, with bacon fat and lard filling the spaces where love, hope and care should be. I’d stopped believing I was worthy of friends, of unrequested hugs and smiles, and thought I should just continue till it’s time
To quicken, to burn brighter To stimulate, to set a flame If you quicken me, I will quicken you I feel it when I say your name You have my heart, so please take care I know it’s safe, you have my trust I have only words, they aren’t enough but soon I will be close enough to touch I know to hold
I have a second shadow that never leaves my side A space between, a place I’ve seen and love to keep aliveIt’s always welcome, even though I find from time to time, It can slip from my sight, and then I wander as if blind I have a second shadow, a hole deep in my heart A missing