Sailed Ship

Couldn’t believe that after all these years We could sit down and chat like that After all the hate and temper-filled talk We could forget the past and its crap And there was still a little spark When anger was put aside The past...

Paternal Wreck

As anyone reading my stuff already knows, I’m the lone parent of a teenager....who I will name Kalen, for blog purposes.  At fourteen years old, he’s the picture of his father- they have the same scruffy dark hair, same chocolate brown eyes and...

Who I Am

  Despite being headstrong, there are things I wish I didn’t do Talk before I think, smoke and judge before it’s due I often act on impulse and don’t think about the effect It can make for excitement or leave me feeling bereft     ...

The Flow of Personality

  When it comes to those little boxes on a website or work profile that asks me to describe myself, I can think quite a few good and bad descriptions. Of course, there are stable characteristics that I can’t escape- introvert, being one of them....

LONG Repost from LR: Marijuana- A Reply

  Repost from Lilac Rose account    Foreword: I wasn’t going to repost this on the new account, as the subject and some of my views in it may not suit some of my new audience. It is long and not for everyone, and some bits have been edited....

London's Calling

  London’s calling- loud and clear Forget the day job- loose the career London’s calling- we’re on our way Let’s raise a bottle to Saturday     Soho sights and dancing along the street Knocking back vodka without being discrete...

Memories of a Friendship

  When it comes to burning bridges with friends, I’m a pyromaniac. I can’t keep friends or maintain friendships; if I get rejected after an initial closeness, I will avoid the person. With friends I have had, I’ve become close to them and gained...

Rose Blows: 9 Ways to tell if you're addicted.

  The Netherlands decriminalised her decades ago; the US class her as ‘medicinal’, Afghanistan feed their people on her income and the UK think she’s a short cut to the local mental hospital- the world knows exactly who Mary Jane is. But how do you...

Rose Blows: 6 Ways to Spot Crazy Cat Lady Syndrome

  Every street has a Crazy Cat Lady- she’s that old woman, down the road that looks like she needs a good bath. You see her at night times, wandering around, making loud grunting and screeching sounds that remind you of mating calls in the wild....

Human

  These days it’s hard to be perfect When it’s shoved down your throat That every difference is a defect And every flaw’s under note Girly mags telling you what to wear Celebrities telling you to dye your hair Models showing you...

Being Human

  Switching on the TV, opening up the internet, walking down the street, cold calling, leaflets- everywhere I go I am bombarded with propaganda telling me how to live, what to eat, what I should look like and what activities I should be doing. I...

Obsession

  Dreams obsessed by clips of you A fleeting moment shared by two Yet only felt by the lonely one Only one skin felt the subconscious sun     Days obsessed by thoughts of us When the trials of the day are getting too much I...

Inspiring an Obsession

  My biggest muse for poetry (and lots of ranting on another blog site) was a young man called, Dan- aka Buzz Liteyear.   Buzz was a bastard. When I met him, he was 18 years old and I was 28. I was working behind the bar of an Irish night...

For the Love of Thoughts!

This is quite hilarious....confusing, but hilarious. I've been blocked by a blogger I have never had interaction with. Whatever my 'threat' to them is obviously imaginary..... Paranoid much? I advise cutting back on the weed.

Breaking Boundries: Bedlam Deal

  *Out of my own poetry, this is probably one of my favourites. It could be a dialogue in a play and perhaps considered prose, but it has rhyme and could be expressed with rhythm, if acted out. It plays with odd rhyming pairs, such as “continues”...

"What Makes a Poet?" A reply to a provoker

  “What makes a poet?”and “What makes a good poem?” were recent provokers from a fellow blogger and it was interesting to see the responses that were generated. Some bloggers who would consider themselves poets became offended; those who believed...

Like Mother, Like Daughter

  {It's about to get Jeremy Kyle (vile), so if you want to hold your bile, click away, you don't have to stay.... to read this shit pile}         Don’t go bleating to the social, little girl Just cos you can’t say no Expecting...

Psycho Step Family: Like Mother, Like Daughter

Along with acting like an idiot on drink and drugs, poetry and spontaneous silly songs have been fantastic ways to channel my negative energy, so if you read my next poetry instalment, please remember this. The words are channelling a momentary...

Dave from Durham

  As I skin-up and smoke one of my last spliffs of the night (but first of the morning), I want to share a story from my teenage years involving the aforementioned friend, Tanya.   She was my first introduction the ‘evil’ weed. It was in her...

Two Teenage Girls

  Two teenage girls Full of adolescent dreams You a future hairdresser And living the marriage routine Me a starry eyed writer And moving from town to town Making up stories of the future As we passed the spliff around The...

Tanya From Two Teenage Girls

    My very first home was a Victorian three bedroom terrace in a part of town known for its building Asian and Irish population. Squeezed in with me was my teenage mother, Irish grandparents and four uncles. That tiny house was a house of...

Mr BDSM

  Hey girls- Watch out! Mr BDSM is about! With his professional photos and his cheeky banter You’d never guess that he likes a spanker.       Hey girls- Watch out! Mr BDSM is about! And he’ll reel you in with his leather...

The Tale of Mr BDSM

  I’ve made it known in prior posts that I have social issues; I don’t socialise beyond family and work and don’t drink often, so I don’t go out anywhere to meet and mate. I’ve attempted to internet date and in all honesty, I teeter between finding...