Thank you for the torture

I’m at peace now So thank you for the torture Now I’ve found out How weak I can be And how strong I am And that I will always love you No matter what

The Truth

I never demanded their attention Their company was all I never entertained the idea of succumbing to their law, So now I am misleading For seeking happiness for myself   The truth is I never deceived any of them Most men just fool themselves

Creases

You folded it neatly and placed it In your pocket And told me you would read it every day I’d see you take it out and look Then neatly fold the creases And put it away   The ink remained bold on the page My childlike writing scrawled across Full of spelling errors Confusing paragraphs…

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…

‘From The Morning’

I was annoyed with myself for even considering taking the walk downstairs to the canteen. Past all of the faces expecting me to smile and greet them like I was the host of some elaborate but shit party. I wanted to just stay slouched at my desk, behind the two big monitors I had strategically…

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…