“The secret tugs at my sleeve. A child looking for attention. It is not a big secret. But it is not the only one either. “Strength in numbers” they say. For they are many. Many little things that – together – weigh tonnes. And take up space. And are quite noisy. The way only a lot of whispers can make noise. And they follow me. Little secrets of omission, desire, and denial. Of indulgence, hedonism, and exploration. Of peeves, passion, and deep-seated fear. Little secrets of despair and disrepair and prohibited thoroughfare.” RomanceDesirePassionFearRelationshipsMarriageLonelinessBrokenSorrowDespairAbuseLustDenialInsecuritySecretsInfidelityIndulgenceDisclosureHedonismUnfaithfulnessDisrepair Book:Years: a book of tiny poetry Source: Years: a book of tiny poetry
“It had started to drizzle. The lamp poles cast a kaleidoscope of light dancing across the puddles in the road. The rain made Sam feel even more lost now, as if these shadowy events were invisible to the world. As if the night was cloaked in anonymity. This wasn’t a peaceful rain - it was a sad one. A drizzle, which wept for the inevitable. Sam knew even if she got Alison out of this alive, the cuts on their lives had already been made, pooling the blood of consequence beneath their feet as the night dragged on. Whichever way this went, they’d have scars from this night. Scars and scabs and things which could not be spoken. And that made her feel utterly hopeless.” PainLonelinessDespairConsequenceRainAbuseTraumaThrillerSecretsHelplessnessScarsAbductionVictim MentalityDelugeDriving At NightDriving In The RainLonely NightNo Recourse Book:Consequence Source: Consequence
“indelible waiting l'art poetique "..I will wait for the night to chase me..." I sit on a rock and watch children playing in the park below They don't see me Or know my thoughts Or that you haven't called But I forgive them their indifference today Above me a crow caws Perhaps he smells the crumbs on my dress Or my anger But he flits away over the trees Probably has a home Probably has a wife Probably knew to call The children leave The coffee in my can turns cold The wind nips at me Some street lights flicker on But I won't move Not yet I will wait for the night to chase me Back where I came from Up the empty street To a quiet house” LoveRomancePoetryWaitingMarriageLonelinessSorrowLiesAloneMoving OnEmptinessResentmentLove PoemsBreaking UpDesolationEstrangementBird PoemsChildren PoemsIndelible Waiting Book:Years: a book of tiny poetry Source: Years: a book of tiny poetry
“I sit on a rock and watch children playing in the park below They don't see me Or know my thoughts Or that you haven't called But I forgive them their indifference today Above me a crow caws Perhaps he smells the crumbs on my dress Or my anger But he flits away over the trees Probably has a home Probably has a wife Probably knew to call The children leave The coffee in my can turns cold The wind nips at me Some street lights flicker on But I won't move Not yet I will wait for the night to chase me Back where I came from Up the empty street To a quiet house” HeartPoetryRelationshipsMarriageSadnessLonelinessSorrowPoemLiesAloneMoving OnInsecurityResentmentLove PoemBreaking UpDesolationGoodbyesBird PoemIndelible WaitingChild Poem Book:Years: a book of tiny poetry Source: Years: a book of tiny poetry
“He lived a quiet existence where the future was easy to predict and the past was a cancer in remission. It was meaningful, of course. But it was lonely.” LonelinessConscienceSorryIsolationRepentanceMeaninglessnessRestitution Book:Consequence Source: Consequence
“The endless ocean was his sole companion , and on some deeply sentimental level, it seemed sufficient. Almost apt. He aligned himself with Thoreau and Tolstoy, he felt like their peers. The kinship with nature devoted humans to a mythical state, a heightened persona beyond the reach of mere mortals. At least that was what he told himself on the lonely nights when insomnia played on his fears and the howling wind pierced through his soul.” NatureSeaLonelinessWindSolitudeOceanIsolationMortalityInsomniaBeing AloneSentimentalityMan And NatureTolstoyLonely NightsThoreauShunning Society Book:Consequence Source: Consequence