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Rumours and lies

Rumours people start

Lies follow

Never knowing who they hurt

Never knowing what they’re saying

Today, it’s him

Tomorrow, it will be you

Sometimes, we laugh

Sometimes, we cry

It’s all part of the act, you tell me

Then rage, when it gets too close

They want to get so close, too close

They go on, not  knowing the truth

The truth is ours, our reality.


Little blond angel

Little blond angel,

lost amongst the others,

daydreaming, you take your eyes off the ball.

A natural footballer,

I can’t foresee,

too sensitive, too artistic,

forever creating.

I look in wonder…

What did you make this time?

How did you even think of that?

… You are amazing, my little blond angel.

❧❧❧

A poet? me?

I’ve been writing ever since I was a little kid, never thought of much until I was in my twenties.I certainly never thought I would ever make a living out of it.Writing has always come to me naturally, so  I never assumed it could be any good.

I’ve always got plenty of ideas, just always lacking the time.Then, I find myself in the middle night writing a bit more, fighting this constant war between my brain and the torrent of words that want to escape.Yeah, I know, I sound mad again.

These days, my writing style has changed.Previously I wrote mainly fiction and sometimes magazine articles but recently a funny thing happened.As I was recovering from an illness and grieving the loss of my baby, I finally started to find myself again under all that pain.

Then one day as my life had so completely changed, I wrote my first poem.There, I’ve said it! I’d never written anything like this before, I never even considered it was a poem.Bizarrely, it all came out in five minutes flat and in French.Well,that’s another, long story and no, I’m not french.

The Dear One gently forced me to write it down, you see.He knows when I get so restless, my brain itching to let the words out so that day he sat me down, put paper on the table and a pen in my hand.He urged me to let it all out and there it was, the words surprising me as I struggled to keep pace with them.

So I started to write more and more, even started this blog, it seemed like a good idea, although at the time I wondered what I would put on this blog, when I’d find the time and why would anybody be interested.The truth is, none of this really matters because this has also been a wonderfully liberating experience.

I can add content whenever I want, nobody has a say on what I write but it has helped me expressing all sorts of emotions and sharing intimate details of my life i never would have thought of sharing before.
When I say liberating though, this brings up another paradox.Yes, it is liberating but I’m now even more of a slave to writing.

So back to poems, I remember the first time somebody wrote to me about my poems.I thought that was just a fluke but then the comments kept on coming.I know it doesn’t really matter what they are after all, the point is that somebody out there enjoyed or appreciated what I wrote.

Today, yet again several people referred to my poems, it still surprises me.I just never saw myself as somebody who could write poems so thank you for all the lovely comments here and on twitter, I really do appreciate them.