I write things down when I get a minute, which isn't often.
This ship is sailing to a new destination, where happiness reigns across the sea plane. It's hull slightly damaged and it's sails are in tatters, but new surroundings are the only thing that matters.
Happiness is a way of travel, not a destination..
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, I'm beginning to think I'm glad I reformed. I cannot bear the cold shoulder you give, especially when my mind feels like a sieve.
Come sit with me and let's talk for a while, Emotions flow free I'll make you smile. Just be yourself and let down your guard, See I told you, it isn't that hard.
As he continued to stroke her, she wriggled in an attempt to get away. His touch could be so light and gentle sometimes, which tickled her sensitive skin.
I suppose I am a writer But not with paper and ink I like to use my iPhone But it makes it harder to think Unwelcome distractions In the shape of texts and calls But if I wrote on paper I...
#colourchallenge midnight blue It's midnight, and my mood is blue How did it come to this It cannot be true My dearest cousin how didn't we see the signs We blame ourselves as we look at the...
Little johnny was from a hardworking family. Of his three brothers and four sisters, he was the youngest. The family had arrived in London after leaving Dublin in search of work. Then johnny was born.
Thanks again to everyone who submitted a piece for the 'cosmic latte' colour challenge. It's with great pleasure that I reveal; 1st place goes to.......
Many thanks to @Fly10 for choosing my untitled poem about old gold. Well done to all the other entrants there's been some truly great pieces.
Thoughts are swirling around my head. Better to be written than to be said. For tones and language can interpret me wrong. And people might not dance to my song. Potential opuss where have you gone.
#colourchallenge Would I sell my soul for a bit of old gold.
She stood in disbelief. It's mere presence making her go weak at the knees. "What do you think honey?" he said in an inquisitive tone. She could tell what it was but her brain was still registering...
She squeezed her thighs together in excitement and with anticipation. As she sprawled herself back on the bed, perfecting her sexiest pose.
You don't measure a man by how many times he gets knocked down, but by the ways in which he rises back to his feet..
The loudest man in the room, is the weakest man in the room.
What did the chicken say to the duck who was about to cross the road. "Don't do it, you'll never hear the end of it"..
So how does it feel to know its real. Waking up and being near, Dispels any doubts and feelings of fear. The warmth of your body puts me at ease, Like the open window's morning breeze.