As the azure turns to navy, When the sun sets in the sky, She wakes up and wanders the streets, Searching for a high...
Author: Raggie
Happy New Year
From an overcrowded warehouse filled with bass lines and ignorant cheer, We welcomed each other into another hopeful new year. It was the twentieth year of the twenty-first century and after one final night of rambunctious debauchery, We made our resolutions with every intention to adhere, Not knowing twenty-twenty's plans to interfere. The winter, whilst…
I Couldn’t Sleep…
I had been tossing and turning for hours on end. Too hot… foot out of the covers, too cold… foot back under the covers. My old friend insomnia had visited again. Hazy eyed and stiff limbed, I climbed out of bed, prepared some chamomile tea and rolled a smoke. Stepping outside I saw that the…
Winter Nights
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.
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.
