Tell no one of your storyTell no one of your woesTell no one of your secretsTell no one where you go.I have 100 hats for
As you set fire to the last bridge between us, with words that burned our wooden soul.The Ashes of your heart charred black,I could not
Hope can be a dangerous thing, too little and we exist as a husk blowing through the winds of life. Too much and we risk
On January 1st after we had pried the last of the drunk teenagers from the house and the hangover from our ‘thank god 2020 is
I’ve been trawling through some of our old writings recently and found the below. I think it is a reasonable example of a dissociative experience
My Dad died on the 28th of December 2020.A good 10 days after a middle aged doctor in situationally inappropriate bright red Christmas themed scrubs
(...and some I have)
The Cricket Pages
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Words to help me survive.
Getting it done - one women's journey through life.
Wail, Bemoan, Weep, Plead
For Those Caught In The Crossfire of Abuse
An author of poetry, short stories, creative writing, daydreams, and starry thoughts.
One Autistic OSDD-1b system write about their life
