At first it burned…Deep, harsh and resplendent.Smoke filled evenings, bad boys,A bottle of nickle-and-dime, tasteless wine. Lust I believed was love,Legal highs and bootleg lows,Waking up in unfamiliar places,The comedown, the same old town. Becoming superannuatedBefore my twentieth birthday.In rundown hotels,Sleepwalking the corridors, roaming the floors. When desire turns into addiction,Go to sleep with aContinue reading “Sleepwalking”
Category Archives: Poetry
I Am Writing a Story…
Where do you want to go? What do you want to see? Beaches with crystal blue seas, forests filled with evergreen trees or mountains reaching high into the heavens all covered in snow? Perhaps you want to travel to a place that doesn’t exist in this world that we know, with lavender skies and firefliesContinue reading “I Am Writing a Story…”
Secret Songs
She loves to write, she loves to dance,She’d change the world given half the chance,But there’s nothing that she loves more than to sing…She has a smile for everyone,And she loves writing secret songs,But she knows you only want her for one thing. So she keeps it all inside,Every thought in her mind. She’ll brightenContinue reading “Secret Songs”
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’tContinue reading “They Roll Their Eyes”
What If I Told You Magic Exists?
If I told you there was magic in this world, What would you say? I am not talking fairies, wands, wizards or spells, Just things science can’t explain away. When lifelong friends, separated by miles of sea, Just know when the other will call, The placebo effect, a mother’s intuition, Or if dark matter mattersContinue reading “What If I Told You Magic Exists?”
Heron Pike
Following the stream, translucent and blue, Where seven days ago I had smiled at you. The same daffodils swayed in the springtime breeze, I stop to catch a breath beneath the same beech trees. I didn’t lose my way this time, I stayed right on track, Just one thing that went wrong, a mere weekContinue reading “Heron Pike”
Sky High
As the azure turns to navy,
When the sun sets in the sky,
She wakes up and wanders the streets,
Searching for a high…
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 inconsolableContinue reading “Un Mal Pour un Bien”
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 downContinue reading “Pluviophile”
Raggie Writes 