Lines weaved left right overlapped Generating a pattern for a tablemat Its formulation stares at me as I type these words Onto the screen as my eyes unravel worlds The tablemat is envious that my fingers stroke the… Read More
It was his only chance He rushed towards the door Impulse was his weakness Thus he tripped onto the floor Knowing who was knocking He wanted to make an impression Little did he realise he was bound By… Read More
To You: I’m out of words. A thousand pages of poetry later and I’ve one conclusion: I don’t need you as much as you think I do but I want you I miss you and I love you… Read More
She was so consumed by her dark side That she saw with her heart and not with her eyes. M.G.
Don’t cry over me with your broken heart I told you I was polyamorous from the start It’s what I said, the day we met Or did you believe the lies you were fed By everyone else who… Read More
Have I told you that I’ve seen your soul That every crack is beautiful? Buried deep beneath the flesh The skin, the bones, and all the rest Have I told you that I’ve felt your soul That every… Read More
Hi all, I’ve been working on a short-story series called Dear Skye. It is a compilation of fictional letters and poems from Ash to Skye, two characters, one of whom may or may not still be around. It… Read More