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
For the best part things seemed to be bubbling over for me mentally. In reflection Summer greated us with tremendous thunder storms. I remember you texting me one evening when you went round the corner to play warhammer games with a friend. The lightening was so bright and the thunder was a beautiful drumming sound … Continue reading I was anxious-Part 23- theres always rain after a storm.
Don't stop writing, Let words give you courage to keep on, Fighting. Let flames go on their own, Without you smouldering them.... Let the damage burn, Don't touch. Let them cool whilst you recover them, Don't stop writing, For it is your freedom to feel whatever you wish, Without the judgement of harsh characters, In … Continue reading Fighting
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 not just … Continue reading i’d give love, for arms
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.
She held my hair softly, Straightens at the ready, It will be ok, Everything will be fine! Laugh a smile. I will get you through. I got you. She peered over the garden wall, Brew to hand never cold, It will be ok, Everything will be fine! Laugh a smile. I will get you through, … Continue reading I’ll get you through
Letter 1 S.Street Hull Dear stranger, I was walking earlier down the street, couple of tears. Nothing I couldn't cover up and beat. I imagined you being civil, oh how sweet that could be, you sat down on the bench. Sat down next to me. You pulled up the bottoms of your trousers, even though … Continue reading You Fucking Broke my heart: Letter 1
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I am beautiful.... and I am here alive and functioning each organ like each nut and bolt on an engine keep them fresh keep them healthy and they will keep running no steam will heat off them today I am alive I am not a bot I am a being capable of love and emotion … Continue reading you are beautiful
Hi im a local writer, blogger from Hull and this year, I returned to my love of writing! Poetry and fiction. I had been through terrible summer the year before 2017 my grandad died and I took on some of his care (moving him into care home struggling to get him in a nursing home … Continue reading I had a baby book