Deep Blue Darkness

...unknowable, vast, untameable. I can’t explain it but somehow it feels safe, familiar. The dark water like a blanket, like home, warm, safe, holding me weightless as I drift.

The Rain

I like the puddles it makes On every single street I like to cause mischief And splash people I meet.

WHERE ARE YOU DEAR? (I.P.)

Behold a lady comes this way....

Stella

’Fuck off, Stella.’ And Harry was gone.

Delicate

Just a poem! :) My mind was shot so I wrote this!

The rain... position 1.

I love the near silent sound of rain, its delicate intricacy overwhelms. yet it never tickles, as it trickles, forever failing to touch my -near parted- lips; That rest, warm, plump and heavy,
Cherry

The Lady in the Window

First in a series.
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The Fall - The abyss calls my name

I throw up ropes hoping they catch on ledges of sanity as I slip past in a free fall.

The Prince And The Frogs

Once upon a time....... There was a beautiful, optimistic creature, searching the lengths and breadth of the Kingdom for her Prince Of Frogs.

Living Light-Birth marks (3)

When I gave birth to Nicholas I felt like motherhood would grant me my second chance. I did not realise then how selfish this ideology was until I was a mother.

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