What are three objects you couldn't live without? A pen. A pencil. A sketchbook. With those I can create and work. With those I can disappear into another world. With those I can stim. With those I can live. I can smile. I can cry. I can laugh. I can write. I can draw. A… Continue reading THE THREE
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The do-over
I like getting a do-over, a second bite of the apple, another go, and it means you can look at what went wrong last time. But sometimes, sometimes, there are things that are so ingrained that you do them again. I hoover every other day or so, but every time I mean to move that… Continue reading The do-over
Unravel
It hangs just covering part of my hand Tickling and annoying. I watch it for a time and then I can't help it. Pinching it I pull. At first nothing seems wrong, It unravels... That piece of string becomes a rope. It twists up in my hands Knots and plaits Until I can't see what… Continue reading Unravel
Writing
Some write to silence. Others to the radio. Me? I write to music. Adelle Mumford and sons Will Young Nickelback Anything that suits the mood. My taste in music? Is my own.
Sleep
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub Hamlet, William Shakespeare When I sleep I need to feel safe. I have nightmares; big scary monsters. So I have company. On my left lies my black and tan pup, and my right is the place for my orange kitten. I am in the middle with… Continue reading Sleep
The Last
That last biscuit. You know the one. When you put your hand in the jar and... nothing Then your finder tips brush it, arm stretched to the elbow, swallowed by the cookie monster. The triumph as you pull the crumbling sweetness free. Then the tea. Not too strong or too weak but just right. A… Continue reading The Last
I Believe
I believe in unicorns and golden lions I believe in chocolate brownies and happiness I believe in human kindness and love I believe in the sun and the moon I believe that in time everything changes, but you are the only one who can change yourself. I don't believe in endless darkness and pain… Continue reading I Believe
Some weeks I just wish I could hibernate
Last week... Lets just say I've had better weeks. It started with a headache. A thumping as regular as a heartbeat behind my right eye, It whispered at first, a half formed thought, then it screamed its insistence to be heard. I reached for the handle that would take it away and palmed the white… Continue reading Some weeks I just wish I could hibernate
Daily Prompt – Opposite Day
Opposite Day Today - a poem. This is one a wrote for uni but it never made the grade. It is a memoir poem. Enjoy. 🙂 Bullet and Rose You have never seen darkness until it is night on a small boat in the middle of the sea. The water is inky black moving sinuously… Continue reading Daily Prompt – Opposite Day
Kate Murray - Cleaver 