Doomsday Dating Apps

Dating applications – where to begin….. I develop a headache as soon as I start to think about them. They say that we shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover but isn’t that exactly what we’re doing on those platforms? If Timmy’s hairline recedes so much as a millimetre too far on the upper leftContinue reading “Doomsday Dating Apps”

The Cheat

The Cheat I close my eyes, I still feel you beside me.  A distant memory latches on, As time heals the pain of losing you for eternity. I never knew that I was the other woman. And probably I was never meant to. But your urge to be so close to me from a placeContinue reading “The Cheat”

Poem: Lies

Words and actions – unmatched. The truth is shrouded in mystery. So far back in history, That I begin to doubt myself. The effort applied to closing my ears and eyes, While you reveal a lie, concealing what should, Be known. Why spend more time, more energy, Entangling yourself in a web of secrecy? ForContinue reading “Poem: Lies”

My Love….

My eyes did not widen,  Like heavy husks of tea-soaked bread, I lay idle, unable to move. Submerged in the viscosity of my own tears.  How could you leave me all alone on this planet? After all of these years. They say a heart heals in the hands of time. So why does mine only hurtContinue reading “My Love….”

Poem – ‘A’ Is For Attraction

Enveloped in an aura of eternal amor. Any armour I adorned, Has been undone, it has been torn.    Most magnetic is the mystery. My mind is mute from misery, As my heart mends from the lover before.   ‘A’ is for attraction, The feeling of acceptance, Of an emotion more alien and more raw.Continue reading “Poem – ‘A’ Is For Attraction”

The Catcall Chronicles

**Disclaimer  – no man, woman or dog was hurt in the making of these chronicles, this is aimed to be lighthearted and is not intending to stick the knife in further to the topics of rejection or gender roles in relationships in any way. If you are of a sensitive nature then I suggest youContinue reading “The Catcall Chronicles”

A Poem About Love

Love. Imaginary, or a force of nature? Like the idea of ‘consciousness’. Are they both just falsehoods, Or truly realities experienced by those favoured?   Love. As comforting as a hot bowl of soup, On a cold frosty evening. In its absence we are all but, Lost souls, floating on rafts destined for sinking.  Continue reading “A Poem About Love”