Adele here we come!

Bad impromptu decision making vonita-style, sourced two on-the-day tickets to Adele in Sydney, no babysitter at such short notice, changed other plans, spare ticket to go, so my eleven-year old and myself are on our way to Adele Live Sydney, here we come!

I love you

And I don’t care if you know it, because all I do is write poetry and books and blogs and not even tell you, and what is my life worth anyway if I can’t even tell you how I feel, and I loved you from when I first set eyes on you and you took my breath away, and I loved you from when I traced my fingers over your lips and you kissed me in the sweetest moment, and I loved every moment that we spent alone together, and in the end I hated the ghosting, and it’s over now, and I still 

Love you 

I Write


Each day I live

Every breath I take 

Words fall from my fingers 

Color my tears 

Sketch my hopes 

Outline my fears

Highlight my joys 

I am and therefore 

I write

Your face

Beautiful, poignant words that echo my thoughts exactly

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I saw you there this morning,
In someone else’s face.

My heart it had no warning
Why expect you in this place?

Inside I was crying,
For I miss your soft embrace.


I read a post earlier which reminded me of an experience I had yesterday. I had written about it but hadn’t posted it because it was incomplete. On reading this post though, I felt I had to find the missing words and share what I had written. There are so many people out there who are missing someone, for whatever reason, and it felt right to put my hand up and quietly say. ‘Me too.’

The post can be found here: I Miss Him – http://wp.me/p40lhC-3eM

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Exciting Things


Good, positive, exciting things

Please come my way 

Lift me up

Carry my tears away 

I know you will

I know you’re there 

I’ve called your name 

I’m out to meet you 

Come here to stay 

Solitary Pillow


I am filled with so much pain

A torment sitting right behind my eyes

Threatening to push out the well of tears

I hold back the gates, force them to stay closed 

A lone drop escapes and falls

Leaving a smudge against the 

Solitary pillow 

I Miss Him

I thought I saw him today but I was mistaken, but before I was mistaken I felt that jolt in my stomach of butterflies, and then I thought I heard him and this time I was not mistaken, he appeared out of nowhere all cheerful and with people and then disappeared again so quickly, he never greeted and I never greeted, and my heart is broken, the pieces are scattered all over the floor because I simply 

Miss him