I can dance in the shower with my tits swaying back and forth if I want to, and I can climb these god damn walls if I want to! didn't your mother ever tell you, rules, are meant to be broken? and if my soul is half-destroyed then there's nothing wrong with continuing to destroy … Continue reading Tits
You abused me till it became amusing, time-consuming, hopelessly bruised, and that's when it hit me. You left me I had no control just some post stick notes on the bedroom wall, and that's when it hit me. You consumed me till I could no longer see, forgetting how to swim, you all … Continue reading that’s when it hit me
Its difficult to adjust to changes, changes never gave us time. and life never gave us patience, I know that you dont believe, but your broken soul will heal, amongst the ray of sun, along the cocktail of sunflower yellow, it will lift you out, and my … Continue reading Broken Butterfly
and although I hate it, when will we start living again? just so I can have a feud with the bin men. so, I can climb on a stinking bus again, have the glares off tutting wed up and well looked after mothers, times where the pram keeps falling from … Continue reading and although I hate it
I tried to call you rejected them all that's OK to do that's what you choose to do and that's how you feel.
what if I want to strut in my kitchen with no clothes those things called 'bras' surely its my right its my choice to feel sexy and what if I want to wear make up, why cant it be worn for myself? why do you think my looks are for everyone else?
Dear Reader, It’s Thursday March 26th, 2020 and on Monday the UK issued ‘lock down’ for 3 weeks, which could be longer, no one really knows, because of a new strain of virus called Covid-19. This has been the most significant global emergency since the world war. Many people have been panic … Continue reading My letter in the new book ‘for you’
I understand. I know what it's like feeling alone. I know what it's like when he comes home, I know what it's like when he doesn't want to pull his weight, I know what it's like when you can't cope. I know what it's like but there is hope, I know what it's like, I … Continue reading I understand.
I needed to feel the pain, to feel again, so hold me like you love me in the lonely place you met me. its too late for me now. Sorry means nothing, sorry means nothing, too late for me now. I needed to feel shame, to understand blame, I needed the pain to … Continue reading #2 Sorry means nothing.
You wind me up on purpose To spark a reaction Talk about girls Your random attractions Obsessing over tits and arse That's not an attractive idea That's not an attractive look And that's not a way to get me to fuck But you continue to act like a puppy on speed A man with crack … Continue reading Wind up
Dont worry if you missed tonight’s episode of @bbcnofilter on @RadioHumberside you can hear it on iplayer https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/p081sblx Huge thanks to those who tuned in and listened 🙂 goodnight ! #poetry #spokenword #hullpoet
Your the sun the ocean floor, Your the light at the end of the tunnel, Your my future my past my struggle, Your the rain the hail the snow, Your the scorching blizzard Thunder lightening storms, Your the ground the plants surround, Your the one, the one I've found. Your my shine my cover, your … Continue reading Your the…