Category: Poetry

Think About It

He was a trendsetter. He wrote about himself, and they all wrote about him. So he wrote about her, and they all wrote about her. Then he wrote about them, and they all left. None the readier.     MG   21.2.17

Tuesday Tunes

Heard this in the background the other day and really liked it, thought I'd share. Enjoy! "If your girl only knew That I would want to kick it with you (if she knew) And if your girl could only see How you be calling me, getting fresh with me"   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RUFD_HmQNJ8

Life — A Stage

There's always that stage in life when and where life, itself, is a stage. Darling, do we live life on a stage? Do we parade around the masquerades? Do we perform as if we are there to show The world of us, our "selves", and all that we know? Or do we live as if … Continue reading Life — A Stage →

Lost Love

Perhaps one day we'll meet again In the sky or in the sea.  And though it was water that washed us away T'was the winds that blew you to me...    I love you, but I couldn't save you. Only you can save yourself, darling, and what breaks my heart... is that you don't even … Continue reading Lost Love →

The Arguments We Forgot to Have

(Creative writing: 2016) "If you're sick of everyone falling for you, stop being so bloody perfect then," she'd screamed at me, a sheer projection of inadequacy. *      *     *     *    * I know that feeling, I was young once, and I remember that insecurity. I also remember the effort it took to outgrow those feelings … Continue reading The Arguments We Forgot to Have →

Nothing Like You

One day, our paths will cross again One day, our worlds will merge Day after day Readying the way Until the stars emerge From behind the clouds That sheltered you in the crowd You hid from the spotlight -- sunlight and moonlight But our journey is the same Our destination is nigh I took a … Continue reading Nothing Like You →

Love. More of It.

Love... If chasing sunshine has taught me one thing, it's that opening your curtains means you can just let it come. (Generally, open curtains means a tidy room first...) *     *    *    *    * My experience of love is one that can be expressed on so many different levels. There is the love of the … Continue reading Love. More of It. →