Student, living in London, loves family, friends, partner, focused and driven, believes in the goodness of people...
You know when you need a wee. And all that's about is a tree. Do you look about the zone, So your cover isn't blown, Or do you cross your legs and hope you don't pee?.
You would have been Romeo, If your mother had her way, Which I think befits you nicely, If I'm allowed to say.
She pulls her belt tighter and does up her flies, Pulls on her shirt, Picks up his tie, Her face in a grimace at what she's just done, She turns a blind eye, To what she's become.
The desires you have are your most important feature. It says a lot about who you are, and who you want to be. If you ignore your innermost wishes, what can you hope to get from life.
I've looked around once or twice, At this world of ours, And can't believe the stigma we place, And who society bars.
The grace in their moves entice me, Like the gore left after a fight, They lift and they fall delightfully, The throws of a punch in the night.
Hello Mr Magpie, Sitting pretty up there, There's people sad because of you, But you seem not to care.
Monday missionary is a must, Tuesday's cowgirl has just enough lust, Wednesday we tested the sixty-nine, Thursday it felt like doggy time, Friday we have the rocking horse, Saturday's x-rated was...
#beginningline #nightdwellers 18+ erotic nature. The door closed with a creak and clicked shut behind me. The click was reassuring, like something determinate. Like something condemning.
It seems like the words won't come, Like they're stuck on the end of my tongue, Fighting as hard as they can, To turn thoughts into words that won't have been planned.
I just wanted to take a moment and thank you all for such a warm reception. You've been so good to me with your comments and your kindness.
Do you think the world is fair. Do you think society cares. What of diamonds, silver and gold. When the children sleep on cardboard in the cold. What of sun and snow and rain.
I stand in a street surrounded by people in black and grey. Black satchels, black coats, black gloves, black shoes. Grey trousers. Their faces are grey from stress.
Today I will make a mistake. Today I will learn. Tomorrow I will not make the same mistake again..
Dusty old man with his trousers, torn, Sits on the steps of the church , forlorn, The pain on his face matches the cut on his wrist, Where it looks like a watch, once may have exist, His shirt...
My fire went out, The day that you left, And losing your soul, Left us bereft. Pen to paper once was, The easiest thing, But then when you passed, I gave up writing.
My mum has loved me forever. From the first inkling of morning sickness. To the pain of full term labour. When I kicked and screamed in the supermarket. When I threw my food on the floor.
#disabilityaware I see beauty. I see beauty in the child you cower from. I see wonder. I see wonder in the child's eyes you avoid. I see knowledge. I see knowledge in the child you label retarded.
"STRAWBERRIES FOR ONE QUID", they shout loudly. I'm not sure I like it. The fruit are shiny, I think it's the rain that just stopped. Red and yellow, pink and green, blue and purple catch my eyes.
I believe in the goodness of men, women and children. I believe even in the worst of humans, there is a glimmer of goodness.
Today someone chose life over death. Just as I'm sure someone chose death over life..
I saw a photography exhibition today. An exhibition of the uninterrupted processes of wildlife. Of their habits, their favourite spots to relax, or how they hunt.
Is this what death feels like. Like ice chilling your soul. Should it feel like I'm falling. Straight to hot coals.
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Today I walked past another homeless man. Or perhaps it was the same homeless man as I see everywhere. I don't think I would know, I don't pay attention. This man asked for money from me, change.