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
Goodnight goodbye. my lover living by the river my lover living by the ripples of the oceon trickling in... goodnight goodbye. this shall be the last time distancing but looking back but never going in car shuts, the rubber sticks to the door frame sealing in the pented emotions, I left and in the passenger … Continue reading goodnight goodbye
Trusting I took you in Like I forgot all bad I pressed restart And now I lay here I'm regret looking up in the dark I treated you like a puppy But you bit like a shark And I gave you A section Tiny section of my heart But you took the whole lot And … Continue reading Trusting
Utterly devoted and paranoidly overwhelmed that there is nothing better ever better something somewhere in this world. utterly devoted slaving in worship over you. digging bigger holes landing me in limbo catch 22 utterly devoted obsessed head mess digressing, bed sweating. over you. I know its taking over, but my thoughts are warmer, when I … Continue reading utterly devoted
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
Adult short story based on an experience. By Lilyth Coglan WordPress: lettersyoullneversee2019.com My eyes were slowly starting to open, and I thought maybe I had made it back home. Why was it still dark? and where was I? My head felt like it was internally bruised. I could only just lift it up off … Continue reading The Cage (adult short story)
He asked me Half heartedly “What kind of poet are you?” You said you didn’t really read, But I smiled when I saw that you watched tv with the subs, “What kind of poet are you?” A question no one really was too interested to ask, You don’t ever judge me, Just look, Watch me … Continue reading What kind of poet are you ?
Isn’t it strange That we determin That someone is ok By the colour of their status Green light says they’re active So they must be ok.
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
These streets: No one knows about these streets, Raising kids among these streets, Drugs and alcohol, bare feet, Lonely animal, These streets, No one cares about these streets, All up and down, in these streets, Don’t cross their path, these streets, Negative energy, feel weak. Council meetings about these streets, Rubbish flying round, Nice treats. … Continue reading These streets
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