My fault or yours?

I’m not even angry that I’ve put myself in this situation again. Hanging on to a father figure, praying he would just love me – and fuck me. I want to feel all the time like I do when I’m around these funny, intelligent and caring men. Because I just cannot get enough of the…

Piledriver Waltz pt 2 – View From The Bridge

A view from the bridge The ‘piledriver waltz’ had happened four days ago, but I had not stopped thinking about the Girl. I wondered where she was and if she was with people who cared about her. I wanted to find her and hug her, and just tell her everything was going to be OK….

Piledriver Waltz – Pt 1- Yellow Jacket

Everything I write about in this blog is true. Despite how poetic or descriptive I try to make it, there is not one lie or empty word. In this case the words are mine, but this story really belongs to a young girl I have never met, and missed bumping in to by about five…

Hide and Seek

The usual process is to sit on the floor and hide my face, a bit like a young child playing hide and seek for the first time, waiting for the grown up to come and find them; but I didn’t want to do that this time. So, I tried to become that child who is…

Arabella and the Moonstone

She projects and intense vulnerability that turns to defiance when provoked, and it didn’t take much. Any multitude of non-events could lead to insubordination you would never expect from something some innocent. Despite this, people found themselves forgiving her not long after. Naivety was a common misconception, but one that she allowed to continue so…

Black Eyed Dog

I know I’m sad when I write poetry, and I know I’m depressed when I can’t even bear the thought of picking up a pen. When I am staring at myself in the mirror for long periods of time to try and force the tears to stop – well that’s a different thing all together,…