It’s Russian roulette in your mind Turn the table one last time Pull the trigger since it’s loaded Find your head or heart exploded No more words no more time Can’t do penance for your crime They took the key and slammed the door No one will listen any more So play the game now go ahead Did you hear it? Bang you’re dead   (in response to the November Notes Writing Challenge  as hosted by A Reading Writer and Heartstring Eulogies Today’s song is the last song and it’s ‘Turning Tables’ by Adele.)Read More →

Every day I’m waiting baby Wont you open your eyes I’m missing you so fiercely This ain’t no surprise I’m hungry for your touch I’m pining for your love We’re perfect for each other Like a hand inside a glove Every night I’m waiting darling Please invite me in Feel my desire burning Wont you take me for a spin I’m hungry for your love I’m pining for your touch I want everything you have Too much is not enough Every time I’m waiting honey You look the other way I’ll wait for you forever Forever and a day   (in response to the NovemberRead More →

He says: I just want to look after you She says: Is that the best that you can do He says: I want to bring you the stars She says: Maybe we should look at cars He says: Let’s spend the day in bed She says: Let’s go shopping instead He says: What’s mine is yours to make your own She says: Shush now, I’m busy on the phone He says: My girl, she just doesn’t understand She says: He never offered that gold band She says: I’m listening, here take my hand He says: How is this wrong but somehow feels so right SheRead More →

Will you forgive me in the morning for the things I do tonight Will you look at me with distaste, when the morning sun is bright Will this alter your perceptions of the girl you thought you knew Will you hate me for showing us, the dirty side of you This night was made for sinning This night was made for us This night was made for you and me This night was made for trust Will you love me in the morning for the things I do tonight Will you look at me with passion, when the morning sun is bright Will this betterRead More →

It’s not the first time the prompt has left me staring blankly at the screen. Vigor? Nope, got none. What do I have? Nothing. I have nothing to give, nothing to share. I am an empty shell, a husk, a pod. The pod person left, taking … everything. Maybe it’s the wine talking. Did I have a drink tonight? No one knows, no one cares. When you’re alone, you’re the only one who can testify. And you know you’re a liar. Just one drink was it? Yeah I’ll believe you. Turn out the lights You’re better in the dark Pretend you’re not you I’m gonnaRead More →

He hates it when she wears perfume The way it permeates the room He’d rather she was shower fresh Ready to receive his flesh He likes to tie her down at times Help her repent for all her crimes He loves the colour of her blood When it’s pouring out like a flood He likes to watch the flames devour Reaching higher hour by hour He’s kind of sad to see her die It’s her fault though, she told that lie He likes it when they reek of fear That pungent scent as he pulls them near He likes to hear them beg and screamRead More →

You know it should be criminal You make me feel so liminal Our love is so rhetorical Want to hear it metaphorical Or a simile so hysterical It really is a miracle Falling for you was like falling under a bus A smear on the pavement, left in your dust I staggered upright keen to go again This time it was like being hit by a train Alex: So the miracle here is that anyone is still reading, right? Me: (scowling) Go away Alex. Alex: (grinning) Hey baby?” Me: (sighs) What?” Alex: I’m occupying a liminal space right now you know Me: Really? Do tell.Read More →

(in response to the November Notes Writing Challenge  as hosted by A Reading Writer and Heartstring Eulogies.) I like to wallow in the sadness I love to languish with my pain I’m holding close the knowledge I wont see you here again You’re nothing but a memory A sad unheard refrain You’re the one I’ll never hold once more I’m loving you in vain You always were chaotic Didn’t colour in the lines Rules were made for you to break You proved so many times Now you’re gone forever I wonder if I missed the signs When I look at the sky at night YouRead More →

(in response to the November Notes Writing Challenge  as hosted by A Reading Writer and Heartstring Eulogies.) A cover of the old Tom Petty hit ‘Free Fallin” is playing on the radio and it’s all too relevant and meaningful … And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows And the good girls go home with broken hearts And I’m free, free fallin’ fallin’ And I’m free, free fallin’ fallin’ I switched it off before he got to the part where he kills himself because that’s just depressing. I had gone to a dark place when Sienna wouldn’t take my calls, but never thatRead More →

(in response to the November Notes Writing Challenge  as hosted by A Reading Writer and Heartstring Eulogies.) Seems I’m always waiting for you to walk away Every morning wondering if this will be the day Anticipation haunts me, you’re messing with my head This love is recreational, I’m hanging by a thread I’ll go ahead and leave you, beat you at your game Say it’s not you it’s all on me, I’m the one to blame Deep inside you probably know, I hope you realise It wasn’t me, it’s always you, you told me such sweet lies Today’s song is ‘Recreational’ by Aaron KrauseRead More →

(in response to the November Notes Writing Challenge  as hosted by A Reading Writer and Heartstring Eulogies.) “Everybody’s been broken, everybody’s been down Keep the floodgates open, let it all out, ’cause Every tear can put out a fire, every tear can put out a fire” “Cry me a river baby,” he whispered, his breath feathering against her ear and she sobbed once before she sucked in a breath and held it. “No?” He ran a finger down her cheek, lifted it to show her. “Here’s one. You owe me a lot more. The trouble you’ve caused me.” “Why are you doing this?” she gaspedRead More →

(in response to the November Notes Writing Challenge  as hosted by A Reading Writer and Heartstring Eulogies.) Pain told love to go away Don’t come back, not any day Pain told love I’ve had enough Then walked away in a huff Love ran after, begged for time Let’s try again, this shit can shine Pain told love don’t be absurd There’s just no way to polish this turd Pain told love you’re overrated I’d rather spend my days sedated Love told pain you’re lying again Say hello to my little friend Love lit the candle dripped some wax Pain begged for more and that’s aRead More →

(in response to the November Notes Writing Challenge  as hosted by A Reading Writer and Heartstring Eulogies.) I sat alone as usual, my mind a wasteland, scorched by the memory of the heat of our passion, nothing remained. I was searching for the words I needed, the paper before me blank and mocking. The day before, I’d been full of hope, sure I could win her back. While I’d slept our encounter had replayed through my dreams, her voice telling me, “too little too late,” and “you threw us away”, the look on her face after she’d slapped me. I woke in a cold sweatRead More →

(in response to the November Notes Writing Challenge  as hosted by A Reading Writer and Heartstring Eulogies. and a Daily Prompt) Standing on the street outside the house where you still live Wanting to come in but what have I to give? I wish that I was brave enough to love you like you need But all I’ll do is break your heart and leave you there to bleed There’s nothing left to talk about, no thoughts to percolate No argument to change my mind, no reason I should wait But I’m standing here watching, for one last glimpse of you Before I walk awayRead More →

(in response to the November Notes Writing Challenge  as hosted by A Reading Writer and Heartstring Eulogies.) a smile a glance a risk a chance right time right place right smile right face you and me meant to be blame it on serendipity   Today’s song was ‘Sweet Serendipity’ by Lee DeWyzeRead More →

(in response to the November Notes Writing Challenge  as hosted by A Reading Writer and Heartstring Eulogies.) The denizens move to a different beat It’s not the rat race moving their feet You can feel the pulse of the midnight city Boys smoking hot, girls crazy pretty Moving and grooving out on the floor Winding and grinding, yearning for more In the midnight city there is no shame Don’t want your number, don’t need you name Do what feels good, do what feels right Everyone’s welcome in the heat of the night When the sun comes up they all dissipate Til the city returns, inRead More →

(in response to the November Notes Writing Challenge  as hosted by A Reading Writer and Heartstring Eulogies.) We could gimble in the wabe of the Tenerife Sea What a delightful time for you and me Or we could drown our sorrows in the tidal pools Drinking mimosas and breaking the rules Let’s build sand chalets on the sugary shore Then knock them down, quoth the raven “Nervermore.” We could walk on the water, seek the Bandersnatch Chase the Jabberwock, he’s quite a catch! With a whiffle and a burble, a gyre and a gimble You’ll have to be quick, the beast is quite nimble ThenRead More →

(in response to the November Notes Writing Challenge  as hosted by A Reading Writer and Heartstring Eulogies.) We called it the ‘Shell Suite’ The room with the sea side decor My memories of it are vague But for you, begging for more I can still taste you I can still feel you I can still want you I can still need you But you … You can forget me Did I ever exist? I was never your love Just an illicit tryst  Read More →

(in response to the November Notes Writing Challenge * as hosted by A Reading Writer and Heartstring Eulogies) Have you heard the news Paradise Circus is in town Why is it that everyone Is so scared of the clown Could it be that painted smile The red and bulbous nose The way he laughs at everything His garish gaudy clothes Or is it something in his nature Our monkey brain yells run! We feel his gaze of rancid lust And fear his brand of fun Like lemmings still we go To cheer and gasp and shiver We watch the clown with wary eyes Our nervesRead More →

(in response to the November Notes Writing Challenge as hosted by A Reading Writer and Heartstring Eulogies) I played the last note and she looked at me with that smile. “Play it again,” she insisted. “Maybe later,” I answered as I set my guitar down. I had more important things to do with my hands, my mouth. She sat on my bed wearing my tshirt and I needed her kiss more than I needed the air that I breathed. “We have a problem baby,” I said as I stood looking down at her with a stern frown. “We do?” She gazed up at me, aRead More →

(in response to the November Notes Writing Challenge as hosted by A Reading Writer and Heartstring Eulogies) I’m the walking wounded Because cupid carries a gun Thought I was saved when I found you But my descent through hell had just begun Level one I waited patiently Level two you moaned my name Level three I gorged on you Level four I staked my claim Level five we screamed and fought Level six my love denied Level seven you broke my heart Level eight held such sweet lies Level nine was the end of me Left bleeding on the floor Smiling at Cupid with herRead More →

(in response to the November Notes Writing Challenge as hosted by A Reading Writer and Heartstring Eulogies and a daily prompt!) Sienna, Letter four? Really? You’re playing hard ball baby! I don’t mind I’m happy to jump through any hoops you need me to, do anything to prove to you I’m sorry, I was wrong, I was an idiot … anything if you’ll just give me another chance, anything to get you to have second thoughts about us. Hope you enjoyed the massage, maybe next time I can deliver one in person. Got to be honest, just had that little text exchange with you andRead More →

(in response to the November Notes Writing Challenge as hosted by A Reading Writer and Heartstring Eulogies and a daily prompt!) I read Sienna’s messages again, looking for what? There was no hidden meaning, no subterfuge. Just her words, her truth. She’d ‘moved on’? Well hoo-fucking-ray for her. What did that even mean? Moved on to what? Or maybe to who? I didn’t want to even entertain that thought, found the very notion of her with someone else irritating, annoying, fucking irksome. I prowled around my house restlessly, fighting the urge to go see her. My demons were riding me hard today, whispering doubts andRead More →

(in response to the November Notes Writing Challenge as hosted by A Reading Writer and Heartstring Eulogies and a daily prompt!) The buzzer sounded at 10am just as it had the previous two days. Nick was persistent, his notes sincere, his gifts thoughtful. I had to admit, if only to myself, that I was looking forward to seeing what he’d sent today. I pushed the intercom. “Yeah?” “Delivery for Sienna Parker,” a male voice answered. “Come right up,” I said as I hit the release buzzer. I opened the door to wait and then watched in confusion as a man dressed in khakis and aRead More →

(in response to the November Notes Writing Challenge as hosted by A Reading Writer and Heartstring Eulogies) I never meant to break him I watched him for a while So sweet and young and charming Breaking hearts with his smile I thought he could be mine A place to slake my sin His body mine to desecrate A game I played to win A pretty boy to toy with My altar sacrifice He wasn’t meant to bring his heart I didn’t want that prize He stood before me broken A bitter twisted man Like a criminal I stole his heart And didn’t give a damnRead More →

  (in response to the November Notes Writing Challenge as hosted by A Reading Writer and Heartstring Eulogies and a daily prompt!) Sienna, So here I am writing another letter. I know you got the first one but the courier told me they could only guarantee delivery, they didn’t know if you’d read it. At least I know the ice cream made it to you safely (I’m hoping you’re saving the pecan praline for me, you know, for when you let me come round again). Since you haven’t called or sent a pigeon, I’m going to try to explain a little bit here, no needRead More →

(in response to the November Notes Writing Challenge as hosted by A Reading Writer and Heartstring Eulogies) and a Daily Prompt too! Sienna, I know it’s no excuse but I was an idiot. No I am an idiot. I told myself you were better off without me, acted like I was making a grand sacrifice by letting you go. I honestly had no idea what happened after … after I was an idiot. I didn’t know about the magazines or what happened to you. I do now and I can’t apologise enough. I know I’ll never make it up to you. If there’s anything youRead More →

(in response to the November Notes Writing Challenge as hosted by A Reading Writer and Heartstring Eulogies) The song played from the phone in his pocket as they danced under stolen moonlight. He sang along softly: Everything will be fine Everything in no time at all Hearts will hold “Will they really?” She looked up at him as the music ended. “Will our hearts hold?” “For as long as it takes,” he promised. “I’ll wait for you.”  Read More →

(in response to the November Notes Writing Challenge as hosted by A Reading Writer and Heartstring Eulogies) remember the time we met online almost lovers our words entwined letters caressed a tangled mess we knew better but couldn’t care less remember the time we drank some wine face to face better than fine hands caressed bodies undressed from almost lovers to lovers possessedRead More →