somewhere between these lines there is a poem

Somewhere between the tissue and the tear,
There is a voice that whispers, ‘I wish you were
Here.’

Somewhere between those words, there is a
Voice. ‘Why didn’t you give me a choice?’

i've never

I’ve never cared so much. I’ve never been so emotionally

Attached. I’ve never craved someone’s touch, not how I

Do with you. I’ve never worried so much, about doing

Things right and keeping things light, keeping things fun,

So you don’t bolt and run. I’ve never been like this. I’ve

Never worried so much about someone else being happy,

Regardless of the cost. I’ve never found myself sauntering

Around, so happy to be lost. Although, I suppose, there is

No one I’d rather be lost with. I’ve never been so terrified

And simultaneously content, basking in something that

Surely must be heaven-sent because, how else could

Something feel this good?

sometimes i wonder

Sometimes I wonder. I mean, I know what you say,

About wanting me around and loving the sound of

My voice, the twenty times a day that I call you. I

Know that you say things like, ‘Wish you were here’

Or, ‘I hate that I can’t be near to you’, but sometimes

I wonder. I know you like my company and while

That means so much to me I, well I can’t help but

Wonder, sometimes. I know that you say you want

To support me through whatever I go through, and

When I tell you I love you, you’ll always say, ‘I love

You too.’ But sometimes I wonder.

your lips

Somewhere between your lips and my thighs there

Are moan-soaked sighs; there are white knuckles and

Clenched-tight eyes. There is your name, darting out

Between my lips, while you lull between my hips, and

There are my fingers, curled into the back of your

Hair, as I pull you in closer and whisper, ‘Right there’.

i'm doing it right

When you have your eyes closed, and you’re taking

Deep breaths in through your nose because your

Mouth is busy trying not to groan. Whether you

Realise it or not, my name escapes on board a

Moan. When I press a little harder, to perfect the

Knack, and from beneath me I feel you arch

Your back; gaining a grip I grab onto your hips,

And look up in time to see your teeth sink into

Your lip, I can see you’re stifling another cry.

Bravely I find myself moving lower, and my

Quick-flick technique morphs into something

Much slower. ‘Is this okay?’ I ask. ‘Baby, you

Can keep going all night.’

And that’s when I know I’m doing it right.

in bed

We’re in bed, and neither of us are willing to acknowledge
The world outside; under these covers we’ll hide, wrapped
Up in each other. We’ve blurred the lines between soul
Mates and friends; so close, I’m unsure of where your skin
Starts, and mine ends, exploring the land of a new lover.
There is a quiver, a pleasurable shiver that creeps down
My spine, as you tease me with your fingertips, taking
Your time. ‘I love you’ dribbles from your lips into my ear,
As you pull me near and hold me tight; the sun kisses the
World goodnight and here we are, in bed. Neither of us
Are willing to acknowledge the world outside, under these
Covers we’ll hide. Where better to lose a day?

she

I take quite a delight in writing poems about the anonymous ‘she’
While people read on, wondering who this ‘she’ could be. Allow me
To pause from a moment and reflect, so that I may project an accurate
Image of the beauty that inspires me. She, is the air to my fire; she
Surrounds me and inevitably my flames flutter higher and yes, that is
A metaphor for passion. She, is my bump in the night; she both
Stimulates and excites and I wonder, what will happen next? She, is
My favourite chocolate after a particularly bad period pain; I will
Devour her, again and again. She, is the reason behind the words;
The ones on this page and the ones that still haven’t been heard.
She, needs no name, she is merely the she that I write of, right now,
And will undoubtedly write of again.

blurred vision

There is either marijuana in the air, or behind my eyes;

The fog protects me from your lies and I fall, willingly,

Into a lull. My mind is full. Devouring every thought

That I’ve had since I met you; with one prevailing

Theme, imbedded within the never-ending queries.

Why can’t I forget you?

danger moon

The moonlight shows us for what we really are,

She said. I didn’t quite understand what she had

Said until she unexpectedly shifted my hand to

Her head and cradled her face in my palm. There

Was a calm. Bathed beneath an off-white moon

I began to swoon; enthralled by the woman who

Knew nothing of me, but simultaneously, knew

Everything. On her finger there was a ring, a

Dead-ringer for a wedding band. I don’t think I

Quite understand, I began to say, before her lips

Slapped mine and sucked my words away. How

Depressing, to see a writer with no words.

Potentially all I have to offer today.

paranoia's voice

There’s still this niggling little voice; it speaks of its own
Choice - believe me, half the time it’s not what I want to
Hear. Whispers in my ear all the little things I fear and
Then BANG I’m back to square one. Paranoid. It’s a filthy
Find inside the mind that inevitably makes you unkind
And unworthy; unstable and unsturdy. You can barely
Hold yourself up straight, never mind attempt to
Negotiate your way about a relationship. Paranoia is
Not a blip. It’s powerful enough to sink a soul, or a ship,
Powerful enough to destroy a relationship. That little
Voice, that gives you no choice but to listen.

sometimes words can't do justice

Sometimes words can’t do justice. Like when she smiles and
The world stops for a while. Or when her hand cradles your
Face and she kisses you; the feeling you overflow with when
She tells you she misses you. No, sometimes words can’t do
Justice. Like when you stick a finger to the world and kiss
Your girl, regardless of who might be watching. Or when she
Tells you she loves you and you just know, she means it, and
You think, ‘This, this is the real thing is this.’
No, sometimes words just can’t do justice.

A love poem from a basket to a hot air balloon

People told me that you were full of hot air,
That I shouldn’t let myself get carried away.
“He’ll lead you astray,” they said,
That you were bombastic with your arrogance
And big head. While they told me you didn’t
Know where you were going in life, I became
More attracted to the idea of being your wife
Because, I don’t mind being bound to a free
Spirit. You were the most colourful character
I’d ever met, and I instantly knew I’d never
Forget you. So I tied myself to you. I’ve been
Relying on you ever since and, although our
Journeys sometimes make me wince,  I know,
That you will always carry me wherever you
Go. Just like you know that after so many
Years spent bound together, we can weave
Our way through any storm or poor weather,
Because neither one of us works without the other.

babe, I can't get enough of you

Now, I’m not really a greedy or a needy person.
And when I say, ‘Come on over!’ with a smile on my face,
What I’m actually thinking is, ‘God, let me have my own space.’
But with you, things have totally changed, it’s a bit like my
Psyche has been rearranged and although I’m not a greedy
Or a needy person, babe, I can’t enough of you. I like being
On my own, I don’t function well if I’m around people all the
Time but, things have changed since you became mine; maybe
That should be, since I became yours. Either way, spending
Time with you is never a chore and that’s how I know things
Have changed. Maybe I’m being over-sentimental or outright
Deranged but this, this is something new. Babe, I can’t get
Enough of you. Now people who know me know that I’m not
Like this, and before you all read this and start taking the
Piss believe me, this is for real. The woman has made me
Feel things that are strange to me and honestly, I’m not
Entirely sure what to do. There is one thing I’m sure of
Though: babe, I can’t get enough of you.

Happiness

Happiness is somewhere between ecstatic and content,

It’s an unexpected parcel you’ve been sent,

It’s seeing a friend you haven’t seen for a year,

It’s the feeling that happens when we overcome fear.

It’s the contentment of knowing that we tried our best,

And the satisfaction of seeing an ‘A’ on that test,

It’s the side-effect of your dreams coming true,

But for me, my darling, happiness is you. 

Things that I learnt in 2012...

1. Persistence unlocks a lot of dreams.

2. The person you once loved isn’t always what they seem.

3. Writing things until 1am isn’t always a good idea.

4. You should always try your best to be the master of your fear.

5. When you think you know the answer, it’s still always best to ask.

6. Try and set yourself real goals rather than impossible tasks.

7. The worst enemy you can have is an over-active mind.

8. When you stop looking for something, it’s the first thing you’ll find.

9. If there’s one thing you can never trust, it’s the British weather.

10. When it seems like you’ve hit rock bottom, remember from there things can only get better.

11. In the average year you say hello and goodbye to an immeasurable amount of faces.

12. And you’ll always find love in the strangest of places.