The rain taps on the windows. The wind swirls around the stone. But I am happy and I am cosy, in my beautiful little home.
Winter Nights
A Trip to Edinburgh: A Poem
Edinburgh made me do it. It had been years since I had left home . . . Having a love for roaming alone, Walking along the cobblestones, An "old soul" reminiscing about long ago. The bow window and the park below, With trees of yellow, red and gold, The literature carved into the stone, The…
Un Mal Pour un Bien
Everything happens for a reason, Just maybe not in the way we’ve been told. Sometimes life can be hard when we’re young, Yet easier as we grow old… When the happiest times were the bitterly cold nights and you could see your breath in the sky... But when that summer came around, you were inconsolable…
The Silver Monday
“Smile when your heart is aching, smile even though it’s breaking…” The song that has seen me through many Mondays and the song that inspired this post. We all have bad days from time to time and it is so easy to let the dark corners of our mind take over and distract us from…
Goodbye Proposals, Hello Handbags!
It has been a while since I published a post that was anything like a diary entry, despite having a section specifically called “Diary” on my blog, so, I thought tonight was the perfect time to change that! Tomorrow I begin a new journey within my writing career (I believe I can finally call it…
They Roll Their Eyes
I am annoyed. I am angry. But am I allowed to be? Or is that too concerning, with the badge they have given me? I am trapped inside my own head and I don't know what to do. Too many unanswered questions that I can't construe. There isn't a day that goes by, everything doesn't…
The Wilted Flower
The flower you picked has wilted, But it still stands in its vase, The photo has been bleached by the sun, But I can still make out your face. They tell me to throw them away, To try and start anew, But some days they make me smile, And others, I just miss you.
Pluviophile
Don't tap against my windows Make as much noise as you can Drench me to my very core Let go weatherman. Blow before your lungs collapse Lift the roof from this home Tear up the concrete drive Break through the Thatchere'd stone. Take me away with you You can be my guide So kick down…
Grey
Your love felt deep red,warm, romantic and comforting.Your home shone silver,like the band of a diamond ring.Your eyes were a blue,that I wanted to dive into.And your lips were pink,soft, honest and true. But then the red began to burn,and the silver turned to grey,The blue, once so inviting,seemed cold and far away. The pink…
My Old Front Door
I'm moving away from your city, to start a life down by the sea,Where the air is clear, the birdsong is loud and my soul can wander free.If you are passing through and you see my home, I know that you'll be sure,When you see butterflies and chipped blue paint, upon my old front door.
