The Right Way Wrong

People preach about the way. The order. The things. We need to be who we should be. Time is the best teacher.

Origin

There was so many things I wanted to write here. I wanted to explain. I wanted the reader to understand. But I realised those that will. Will. Sometimes interpretations are felt rather than explained....

Friends With The Benefits Of Hope

Ever wanted it to mean more...

The Abandoned Florist

Some people fix while others enjoy. 

Shades In The Rain

I saw a woman with big black dark shades on. You couldn't see much of her face but I could almost tell she was not just wearing them because of the sun. She had bright red lips and immediately I wondered about her eyes. Then I started thinking about eyes and my imagination went for a swim in the ocean!

How we present ourselves is a form of expression. It's just that some of us are trying to communicate a stronger message than another.

Amnesic

We have all been there, in a position where the feeling of love overwhelms us. We forget what once was, because hope feels better than regret... But is pain worth it..

Fear Not

There is a quote that says something like 'When love fails once, love again and again'. 

Flushed

Talk is cheap. Emotion has a way of showing up even when we don't want it too...

One Man's...

...trash is another mans treasure.

Man Ipulation

Sometimes our reflection in the mirror is distorted by the views we have of ourselves. 

The Risk

The course of true love never did run smooth - Uncle Shakes.

Hand Me Down

Sometimes experience is the only explanation one can give.

What Nightmares Are Made Of

Why do some people planet a seed of love only to tear away at each petal, one by one? 

Some use relationships as a platform to inflict pain on another, the worst thing is sometimes they don't mean to, they just don't know any better.

Ambiguous

The best type of poetry allows you to make of it what you will.

Te Necesito

As a woman, yes I am strong, smart, witty and confident as a matter of fact women are great. We have been equipped with some of the best attributes and skills. But sometimes I feel like women are trying to fight. They view the man as opposition and although I understand, because we have suffered at the hands of a sexist system, sometimes all you have to do is tap into that thing within you that makes you, you. It's you're one and only secret weapon. Being you. 

With all that being said, a man that knows how to be himself can be a great strength for a great woman. The way I see it and as the great Jill Scott said, 'I need you', they provide something different and there isn't anything more beautiful than being a crutch for one another.

For Better For Worse

Are we actually ready for when worse becomes worse? Is the notion 'for better, for worse' subjective? When does vulnerability become a burden? I want to see your warrior wounds, so I know it's real.

Confined

I leave this one for you to interpret. I'll allow the words to mean what they will, to you.

Giving In No More

Have you ever been in a situation where some has you. They have your heart. They know this is a fact. Sometimes this can be abused, they click their fingers and there you are. Love is beautiful. But it is even more beautiful when you are both in sync.

An Insecure Love

Trust should be a major foundation for any relationship. Yet because of love and time invested in situations we somethings allow ourselves to suffer through.

Issues of love are never as simple as to just walk away, sometimes we can be guilty of overthinking every little thing and other times we have legitimate reason for concern.

I always say follow your heart but never forget your head in the process.

Who He Really Is

London is the city of firm faces, you can be on a commute to work and not see a friendly face in sight . I was on the tube and a man was sat opposite me, face like a brick wall. You could tell he was a businessman, nice tailor fitted suit and clean shoes. He didn't look approachable, not in the slightest. I could imagine him being the mean boss in a work place, all status no empathy. So I got up as we approached my stop and so did he. As we walked towards the escalator he had his Oyster card at hand. He tapped out and was greeted by a beautiful young woman and the smile I saw on his face was refreshing. That stern business man from the tube had blossomed when he saw his lady. They exchanged pleasantries, he loosened his tie and put his arm around her tight. She clung to him and was staring up at him in awe.

I hope you enjoy my next piece.

Besotted

To be impressed by someone has a really wonderful sensation attached to it. In the dictionary to impress is defined as being in admiration of something and to have respect for it. It is all about making an impact or a mark on something or on someone. 

Now I'm a major major lover of Jill Scott! She is a woman who has a way with words and uses her music in such a brilliant way. Just fantastic. 

She has a song called 'Cross my mind', the majority of it is in a spoken fashion but the way she describes the man is so interesting. 

So that particular track inspired me to write this. About a man who is beyond basic but instead is alluring. A man worth knowing. A man that interests and capture my very being.

Confirmation

Funniest thing happened two days ago. I was waiting for the train at Kings Cross and anyone that knows anything about London Underground knows that peak time is horrid. So many people in such a small amount of space. It's not nice. 

While waiting for the next train I turned around and to my left a man caught my eye. He resembled my ex so much and for a split second I had a mini confuse fit. I didn't know whether to smile, ignore, talk or frown. It was a weird feeling. Unsettling.

It inspired this next piece.

Too Late

"You remind me of myself when I was a few years younger" the old man said as he laughed and sat down. He then sighed out loud and looked up at the young man who just offered his seat to him. 

I have a love/hate relationship with the tube. On one hand I love being lost in my trail of thought, also the fact I avoid traffic and save sooooo much time helps too. But I hate the horrid odour that oozes off of bodies screaming 'shower me', or the sudden blast you're hit with when someone on a packed train feels it's an appropriate time to let out some gas. I hate the heat in the tube during the summer and being forced to stand underneath a sweaty armpit when it's packed. Nice. 

Today the tube was packed but not too packed and I love our lovely custom of offering our seats up to the elderly or the pregnant. Gives me hope for humanity.

So this strapping blonde young man got up for this elderly man to sit down, after their funny exchange of dialogue the old man just started at him. Then he looked away. I saw pain in his eyes. And without saying a word to me I felt like I could understand what was wrong. He would look down and then sneak a look at the young man and then look down again. He inspired me to write this. I may be wrong but that's the beauty with perception I'm entitled to one.

In One Breath

Hello beautiful people!

So I've been emailed and messaged a few times by people who are interested in  the motivation behind my poems.

Now I know reading them you probably think I'm a major hopeless romantic who has lived a life full of heartbreak! Just to explain further these poems are not just inspired by my personal experiences but it can range from other people's stories to music, to books. This is where the beauty of poetry lies, it's an outpouring of sentiment. A reaction to something....

So as I mentioned above I was asked to talk about some of the stories behind my pieces which I will start doing for some of them.

This piece is about a lovely young woman who I know and love, who is in a relationship she knows isn't right for her. Although she knows she needs to walk away, although she plucks up some courage when it comes down to it she still wants him to just love her. To prove her heart right that somewhere within he loves her. Many people get wrapped up in situations like this and don't know what to do next...so much has been invested that you are in too deep... It's a war of heart and head.

Enjoy x

Without You

Catching Up With Me

Loudly Silent

Lost In You

She Is Not Me

For One Last Time

My Sister, My Friend

Could He Be You?

Could it be you?

Or is it you?

Is that you?

Or is it you?

Who are you?

What are you? 

I want to know what you stand for and see if we align 

I want to know how you act, how you think, will you really be mine

I want to understand your dreams and aspirations 

What you think of divorce and pro creation 

I want to smell the scent of your cologne

I want to tell if you bottle things in or if you nag and if you moan.

Do you resemble a King or are you too humble 

Do you allow others to win while you lie in the back and struggle

Are you black, pink, white or blue

Do you have broad shoulders? Do you take pride in looking nice. Clean shoes

Have you worked for what you have? Have you struggled and wept?

Does your work make you scruffy or are you neat and well kept?

Have you made women cry or have you made women laugh

Are you the type to think that she must know you care or try to show her by running her a bath

Are your gestures sincere or do you do it for show

Would you allow her to think for herself

And not frown when she says no

Are you a man of your word or do your words hold no weight 

Do you woo a woman in love or lure her in like she is bait

I want to get a snap shot of who you are so I can be prepared 

A man after my very own heart a man that truly cares

And when we met each other and our eyes first lock

I want you to shun away doubt and just love me a lot

Love me from the beginning right to the end 

For my love is pure and brewing a real love no pretend 

A man just walked in, tall, fancy shoes

He just looked right into my soul could he be you.

I Cry Sometimes

You Shared Our Love

Centre Me