Hard and slow…

I'm dreaming...   I sit on a window ledge. Outside it is pouring with rain and droplets drip, drip, slide down the window pane. I am mesmerised and watch them as they race towards me, pouring with every breath I take. I'm wearing nothing but a loose, sheer night shirt; it slouches off my shoulder... Continue Reading →

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Fragments of Souls on Fire: an End. But not The

Prologue 1 Prologue 2  Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 I am dreaming.   And yet this time , I am the omniscient observer. I watch myself walk down the corridor I now know so well. I see myself gazing at nothing but the enormous double door... Continue Reading →

Interrogating Dreams

Do you exist here upon this pure earth? And does my deep pain only fill you with mirth?   Are we connecting or is it a dream? Reality could be creating a seam, where I am the thread and the needle is you, and with one small, soft tug we unravel the True. Am I imagining ... Continue Reading →

Things and stuff

Tea pots often boil. Well, actually they boil if you switch on the heat, so it's not really their fault that they become scalding hot. Although their purpose is to be filled and get hit...no not hit you autocorrect monster, I meant HOT .How dare you presume to know my words before I have said... Continue Reading →

I blame the moon

Let's bid farewell to my mind's sweet egress, may it have a safe voyage with sanity's mess. Questionable actions, decisions that taunt, and a memory of something I quietly haunt. I wanted to speak and to freely express, this sensation of madness at life's cruel behest. And I stumbled upon, well no, I dived right... Continue Reading →

Wanted By Many But Bestowed Upon None

Think that it's easier just to erase, rather than love and then have it misplace, more than you heart and much more than your soul, it misplaces your high, divine spirit half whole. Think that it's better if I hush my lips, and never allow my words past fingertips. Maybe it's time to just shut... Continue Reading →

Pure, unabashed, aching needs

I've  fought and battled wounds and clichés and over used, overly abused phrases, denoting a whore's worth in this painful plane of verisimilitude, undulating with excruciating pain, buckling my knees as I squeeze the last droplets of affection within this connection that was once shared for years and now deluged in sliced tears , flavoured... Continue Reading →

Hard and slow…

I'm dreaming...   I sit on a window ledge. Outside it is pouring with rain and droplets drip, drip, slide down the window pane. I am mesmerised and watch them as they race towards me, pouring with every breath I take. I'm wearing nothing but a loose, sheer night shirt; it slouches off my shoulder... Continue Reading →

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