I’ve managed to get myself in a bit of a routine lately, I never thought I could. Untidiness was just one of my little ways. He said he liked that about me, at first. Of course, people change when you've been with them for a while. Now I’m as tidy as tidy can be, nothing is out of place. I’m still the same old me though, just a lot tidier. Having a bit of a lay-in was always one of my guilty pleasures. But, he gets up ear...
Morning brings the lightOf a brand new day With the freshness Of hope and loveThe twinkling stars stop and restThe night sounds all go silent The darkness will come back soon But for now it is lightIt is a new dayTo love and rejoiceThe choice is all yoursThis day was made specialWith you in mindNo other will be the sameLike you it is one of a kind It is your dayAs special as you areSmile and enjoy Make each second count...
The InheritanceAlice Parker sat in the diner drinking a morning coffee that had just been poured by the departing waitress. She sat by the window that read Tommie’s Diner, she was peeking through the letter O as he walked by. He was tall and had broad shoulders. The man was in a suit that needed mending, a good cleaning, then given to The Good Will. He was carrying a guitar case in his right hand, he slowed his pace, turn...
I'm so delighted to have met you My heart flutters when you say hiLove all these feelings because it's newI'm so happy you caught my eyeOur flirtations really excite meWe have talked several daysI'm really happy and filled with gleeEnjoying you in so many waysI know we're on an adventureAnd I like all the games we playLots of sexual pleasureI miss you when you go awayWe talk about everythingAnd you even sing to meI'm enjo...
I love the early mornings Before the sun comes up To sit and watch the start of a day As the darkness starts to fade To see the first light Start to slowly come my way To hear the birds singing The welcome of a new day The sun slowly showing Over the mountain top anew To witness such a sight is beautiful It gives me such peace And a little lonesome too I am so thankful for this time Each morning is so new The same thing h...
I bought a guitar on Friday. This is no ordinary, straight out-of-the-box, ready to play thing. Nope, it’s knackered. I bought a knackered guitar? Why the buggeration? Well, because I wanted the challenge of fixing it up. It has no electronics, no bridge, no scratch plate and the machine heads are really loose. The neck is in good shape, but the paintwork on the body is shoddy. I plan on upgrading as much as I can and kee...
As you come into view. Warmth courses through my veins. Removing all my blue. Freeing my heart of locks and chains. Elation awaits in the queue. Building immunity to my pains. Darkness again we'll bid adieu. Liberated, your brightness reigns. Upon the wind, songs they brew. Relieving most of life's strains. Paint across your pallet threw. Shadow on a cloud remains. A Winter Moon begins anew. Brightening the sky and snowy...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Lonely in the night and rain,My heart is lost in bare, cold dreamsThat slide beneath the rotting mulch,Never to be brought to life.Let the shadows sing in pain,Shuddering mists upon the moors;The year fades dark in drifting seasWhere serpents writhe in hidden caves.Paper flowers and candle starsBite the air in darkling smokeWher...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.I've bought a pair of knickersLike I've never bought before.I'm usually quite perfunctoryWhilst in the knicker store.All my life long, I've only hadThe kind you wouldn't mindTo be caught in if you got run downThat doctors must needs find.They're always black, and always high,The sort the army hides in(But only once I've vacated)...
If there was one thing that Nell hated more than anything, more than taxes, more than bridge tolls, more than wet socks and rain-sloshed shoes, morethan garbage skips on a hot day and lumped milk and vegans who can't go anywhere to eat without customising everything on the menu... more than spineless parents and people who talk through films and eat too loudly and Facebook, more than snobbery... if there was one thing, ab...
Why did I move here? What is that awful smell? The train tracks outside the window are loud as hell. How will this affect sleep? Why is the carpet damp? I just saw a tiny leak near that dusty old ceiling lamp. Where are those bloody keys? What is that annoying sound? It's next door with music so raucous it shakes the ground. Why does she look happy? Is my girlfriend that delusional? I don't think I have seen that amazing...
It was 7 in the morning, her eyes half open. Holly could see no sunlight streaming from her bedroom window yet. It was too early, and yet she had woken up. It doesn't matter though; she had had awoken from one of those dreams. The ones that crushed her heart into dust. Correction, the ones of him telling her to just fuck off and get lost. To leave him alone, to never see him again. She let out a long and heavy sigh. Pushi...
Dear Friends, The silence was drowning me into my innermost thoughts that seemed to sprout from ‘second week’ at my new assignment. The cream and maroon cubicle with an entire glass wall on one side and an endless stretch of green reminded me of the museums I frequented with dad as a kid. So much beauty, only to be ‘seen’. I hated the butterfly corner they had in the museum back then…beautiful, rare (endangered some of th...
Wouldn't it be great if all of our pain,could be released like the cork,from a bottle of champagne. Rocketing high, coming to rest on the floor,pressure released, flying away, never to be felt, forever more. A New Year is ready to be ushered in, a past one ready to be archived.Life new, prepared to begin. Release that cork from the bottle, let it fly.Celebrate the coming new year with vigor.Place all pain on the cork, bid...
On the train to the city we see a bunch of kids dressed as elfs, Santa Clauses, and slutty Mrs. Clauses..it's packed...Saturday. An awkward staring fest as to who gets the best seats and who's nice enough to give their seats to a lady and stand the whole time. Then get this....a couple a more kids in Santa outfits come, sporting a 12 pack of bud light. America: drunk Santa Clauses....for the kids, you know? They might as...
