“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
“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
“And then, like most of the times she went down that road of thought, things started lighting up. Rays filtered through the smog like tentacles – and a quite intangible hope infected the darkness with its resolution. She never knew where these urges to 'move forward' came from. Their source eluded her – but she knew they were there somewhere, just as mysterious and uncontrollable as the darkness. Treacles of light had unwittingly penetrated these dark alleyways in her thinking. Illumination came slowly, but it was undeniable.” ThinkingHappinessHopeDarknessSorrowDepressionThoughtsRecoveryIllumination Book:Consequence Source: Consequence