Paper Wrapping

Watch your fingers
And open this gift carefully
For there was a time
When it was strong,
Encased in steel,
But now the outer layer
Is nothing more
Than thin wrapping paper –
Littered with stars and circles
In ugly colours –
So take your time
And make sure you use
A delicate touch
Especially over my heart,
Where the paper is thinnest
And has been taped back together
So many times
That the colours have faded
And the shapes,
Are no longer solid.
So as you peel away this wrapping
Each layer
Slowly revealing more
Of what is truly hidden beneath,
Remember that one day
I may have to tape it back together again
And if you do not
Take care, if you tear
This paper to pieces,
There may be nothing left
To put back together.

YouTube Tuesday: “Work on It,” They Said

It’s Tuesday again – so here’s another poem from my YouTube channel. I’ve always loved this one, so I hope you enjoy hearing it out loud!

“Work on It,” They Said

A pit of lust and sleaze:
Our love is a disease;
A burning, itchy feeling
In every fibre of my being

It began when we declared
That our future would be shared
In solitude and health;
My sickness and your wealth

It grew into something bleaker
As my life signs became weaker
Now what sparks the tender flame
Is nothing more than shame

When we got deeper into life
Our marriage bonds untied:
The sound of your very name
Only increases my pain

Both of us have suffered
(And found pleasure in another);
This illness has consumed me:
Without love, we’d both be free

I’ve started to get quite a collection of poetry on my YouTube channel now. It’s still a work in progress, but please feel free to check out some of the other videos and let me know what you think:


I pray for a miracle today

Give me strength, give me power

Though still I feel I will betray

The one who makes me cry and cower

The morning is like any other

Wake up, get up, and the work begins

But when he comes to me, I discover

His anger beneath his wily grin

The first punch leaves me on the floor

I pray again, screams in my mind

But find I still cannot ignore

The guilt of leaving him behind

I pray for a miracle each morning

Before the bruises start to form

And every time, he gives me warning:

For me, this life should be the norm

The sneers, the shouting, bitter words

That hurt far greater than his fists

No change, this is all I deserve

Until my heart can be dismissed


Sneaking around
Must get so tiring
I would’ve thought –
Just maybe –
You might
Have grown bored
Of the chase
With all those other women
Interested in you.
It must say
About your image
Of yourself,
Your own self-worth –
Ego, combined
With a low opinion
Of yourself,
Hidden deep,
Buried beneath your
Thick hide.
Is there not one
Of them
Who is good enough
For you?
Is there not one
Of them
Who you could ever see
Yourself being faithful to?
It must be
A sad existence
To be incapable
Of human strength
And honesty
Once the excitement
Of immaturity
Wears off.

Don’t Drown

A beautiful poem, fantastic art to match

Five Foot Nomad

Sometimes life becomes a trap, a repetitive slap to the face

but whether we drown or we swim
the skies won’t stop falling

anytime you think you’ve lost and you give up

the sun won’t stop shining

anytime the wounds seem like they won’t heal,

just then, we discover a full moon of joy

as I watch him sleep, so peaceful almost a saint

my fingers combing through his silky hair I realize

it doesn’t matter anymore who is right or wrong

we just never know what the future holds

so just keep smiling, seeing a tomorrow brighter than stars

whatever happens, still the sun will shine, right there where you are

so please my love, don’t drown.

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Spider-Lover and Fly-Boy

Always weaving
Day in, day out,
Trying to catch the juiciest flies,
It hangs there
In the corner
Of my room.
Thrown out once
It just came back;
Weaving, weaving,
Strands of web reaching across
From one wall to the next
And difficult to remove.
It just sits there waiting
Patient, weaving,
Impossible to remove.
Leave me alone
I no longer
Want to be tangled
In your nasty webs,
Trying me
In tricky knots.
And Fly-Boy;
She sits there weaving
Day in, day out.

The Ravenous One

He gnaws through my flesh down to the bone.
His teeth are sharp enough to rip my body into pieces,
His lips covered in the dark red liquid love
That returns me to him even as it drips down –

Splat, splat

– Steadily onto the carpet, where on the first night
We made love, too excited to make it to the bed.
That’s so long ago as he digs his fingers into the wound,
Prises my flesh open further, and through the searing pain –

Splat, splat

– His drool dripping down onto the carpet.
This hunger to tear me apart, until I am no longer a person
But a mess of flesh and blood and bone,
I know one day he will kill me. And so –

Splat, splat

– My tears mingle with the blood and drool.
As I remember that my heart beats only for him,
I feel his anger searing its way through him into me, like
Teeth gnawing their way through flesh to bone.

And She Said Yes 

A sweet little story.

Love Relished With Ink

He closed his eyes as an attempt to control his nerves from blinding his thoughts. This was ‘The day’, the day he had met her, exactly two years back. The day he had met his light. The light which dragged him out of his miserable dark. From that day on, she was everything to him and today he was going to add more life to his feelings for her by asking her to spend the rest of her life with him. He was going to propose her for marriage. He wore a black tuxedo with a white shirt inside and checked his reflection in the mirror. He took a deep breath and took the shining object which was going to show that he meant every single word that came out of his mouth, the ring.

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