When I see your face It sends me off the scent And when I hear your voice I feel a sense of calm A wave of never ending softness Within you touch Gently Tiptoes around my body Senselessly Tickling like duck feathers I know I think too much But there is no thinking involved when … Continue reading obsessed ( in my first book I had a baby on Amazon)
So here it is, my blurry vision, fresh of the breakfast table, its not my nutrition diet, not my eyesight, that's fine there's nothing wrong with my eyes, it's the fuzzy blurry scary light headed over whelming feeling, inside my body, time after time. Shopping centre panic and over filled buses, doctors surgery waiting room, … Continue reading Blurry Vision aka anxious 5/10/19
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
I can be beautiful, I can be cool, I can be good looking, I can be warm, But I can be all of them and people still wouldnt notice that, I'm more than my looks, I am more than just anonymous, I am the person you drive past ever day and splash the puddles in … Continue reading I can be beautiful.
right now I'd do anything I'd give my self away just to be heard again right now I'd do anything. I'd steal I'd beg I'd plead just to get this one thing that I need. right now I'd be more than happy to offer, all my life for love it has no price and I … Continue reading i’d give love, for arms
I can’t remember, Why am here, I’m so lost. I can’t remember your face, Can’t remember the sense of your body, I’m lost. I’ve been walking around this room, for so long, Figuring out what’s been going on, I turn on the light and your still gone. Darkness, gives me some comfort. I can’t remember … Continue reading I.O.U
emergency surgery : ~ my hero.. is a man in blue uniform, a name I won't recall, what I have left from being under the knife, scars are a reminder of my hero's work, he gave me chance to live my life, for what he did im really glad, I wish I could thank him … Continue reading my hero is a man in blue uniform
It's a typical rainy cold Monday in November. The roads are manic and the streets are full of students, mothers with prams and rain covers, shopping bags attached to prams bashing and bumping about. The homeless man on the corner of Newland sat with bin bags protecting him from the rain. The bus was really … Continue reading I was anxious-Part 13- I don’t hate Mondays
Anxiety my chains . I'm shy, but not really, smile, but I'm secrectly, crying. I'm laughing! silent, but I'm chatting! . I'm shy, but not really. I'm cold, and im needy. the attention you give me smokes like fire in my belly. and im ready, when your … Continue reading anxiety my chains
belongs to me . my body, is for my enjoyment, every strap, every lace, every mark, beauty spot, it belongs to me. my body is, MY temple, and I will not give you one piece! if I choose to share with you, then you, shall respect it, as if it is your own, it is … Continue reading belongs to me
it's really starting to hit home that your gone.. and I'm alone and I hate this selfish feeling for need, its unsettling me, that your gone, and the memories... all muddled into one, become fog, like we never ever met, seems wrong, I hate it, its horrible, we can't and dont talk, and I go … Continue reading gone
In February/ March time I was rocky on my feet and needed to start up a new life and new claim , and carry on my journey to attempting to revisit my degree which I hope to be doing later this year. It was 30mph record winds and I had arrived early at the centre … Continue reading To the friends at jobcenter; please get a waiting room for families and children.