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 →

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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 →

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 →

The End of Scarlet

Read part 1 here. Night time. Still snowing. The house is silent. Scarlet wanders into the kitchen, dimly lit and warm. So warm. Too hot, she takes off her jumper and wears only a tank top. He is with his brother tonight and the little one is with his grandparents. An unusually solitary evening to... Continue Reading →

Blank for days then this

Time drips down my window pane, Chances flow into the drain, Moral compass broken smashed, Without ethics Unabashed.   Heartbeats leap into the fire, Sense walks out, she's such a liar Loyalty just up and left All alone I am bereft.   Desire died, I buried it Piled the dirt on Rose bud hit Lost... Continue Reading →

Ssshh, please

It's very quiet here today It's peaceful I suppose. But yesterday a darkened shroud My morals did enclose. I'll use the cliché 'hit rock bottom' Just to illustrate, That sometimes we're the architects Of our own bleeding fate. If life were like a pathway Strewn with burning blades and hearts, I've stabbed myself a thousand... Continue Reading →

Light as a Feather

Peace I need it Crave it so. My labyrinthine Neuropaths Started to slow My weak seratonin Has emptied my brain, And this line will most likely end with some Rain     Quiet I desire it To fill me Sedate me. And all of my tears Through the years They berate me.   Sweetness Tranquility... Continue Reading →

Just a drop of…me

I would take this as a diary entry if you like. Or if I LIKE . I'm just going to bleurgh it all out and if you want to read on.. please do. Otherwise... you know...there are crap loads of talented bloggers out there who would appreciate a like and a read , I'm sure.... Continue Reading →

It Ends and Begins Here

The house is quiet. My slippers are the only sound I can hear shuffling on the wooden floor. Little one went down early for his nap. So, it's cup of tea time for me and trashy TV. The kettle boils...tea bag in my mug...no need to put the milk in first, you snobs. I giggle... Continue Reading →

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