New Perspective on Life
What are we doing here? I’m not sure what’s going on with us right now. We broke up at Christmas but never stopped seeing each other, now we’re continuing to meet up for drinks and pizza and having the most intimate of times. I’m not sure about your motivations but for me, you’re an addiction, … Read moreNo Labels
We all make mistakes and take risks, I made one this week. It’s one to do with my ex-boyfriend who I’m not over and probably won’t be for a long time. It’s one that could have cost me all of the progress that I have made since the start of the year when I fell … Read moreFinishing Up Some Risky Business
I feel really restless right now, it’s hard to relax. I’ve always had a passion for creating art, pieces of work which express and entertain. But the desire for that had dulled slightly over time since I was in my early 20s. My passion was directed at finding a partner, a stable job and my … Read moreFeed the Fire Within
Sitting here in my bed listening to punk and indie rock, I feel like I need something to stoke my fires again. Something which will interest me and bring me real satisfaction. I know I’m capable of doing so many things it’s just where exactly to channel my needs. I want a new challenge and … Read moreGoals? Go get ’em
You’re an the open wound I want to keep open, I’m not allowing a skin to heal over it. It’s like I need to keep it open, it hurts like hell to leave it alone, more so than letting the scab grow over it. I know you say that we broke up at Christmas but … Read moreThe Rush
I wanted to write about having false hope in people. These people may be very close to you, family, friends and you may have known them your whole life. You may depend on them in a lot of ways, to keep you motivated, on the straight and narrow, to offer advice and their point of … Read moreDon’t Worship False Heroes
Everything that we see in this Life has a story. If we listen and acknowledge their presence, we might know what lies underneath their surface. This is a story of a chair. The chair that you see in the picture has many stories of love, joy, sadness and pain. That beautiful chair used to be … Read moreStory of a Chair
Paradise is found on the others side of this feeling. Swimming in the tears. Hidden behind a veil of chaos and confusion. Paradise lost. Paradise found. Whispering caresses of promise and peace. Paradise stolen. Or was it given away? Perception or deception? Intermingling manipulation – vining and intertwining – digging in and rooting deep. The … Read moreParadise in my Mother’s Eyes
You could shatter glass with the way you look at me. Nightingales singing their sweet song of summer couldn’t hold a torch to the way you make me feel. I ooze into a puddle, bones of jello on the warm concrete surface of your love. When I hear my name flow out of your mouth, … Read more3, 2, Y..
I had fallen through a trapdoor of depression. Walking blindly through the corridors of my feelings not seeing the cracks beneath my feet, leading me to fall inevitably into my bed. My sheets are made of sandpaper. The more I toss and turn in my thoughts the worse my bruises and skin become. Raw and … Read moreSome Days…
