A Chocolatey Collaboration

Isn’t it just amazing
What reading aloud can do
How through someone else’s voice
Your story can feel all the more true

I’m honoured you picked this piece, my friend,
And have given it life anew
I may well have written the words
But here the credit belongs to you

A huge thanks to Matt Snyder of https://aprolicicpotpourri.art/

https://anchor.fm/matt-david-snyder/embed/episodes/The-Bakery-Aisle-ev39s1 A short story about love by my favorite writer/collaborator friend from Northern Scotland, Little Charmer.

Short Story Saturday: The Bakery Aisle

Tease

So I’ve recorded some of my poems

And I don’t think they’re half bad

Who knew that in speaking

There’s so much fun to be had

But now I’m in a conundrum

As I need to make a choice

Do I stay safely anonymous

Or finally reveal my voice?

@little.charmer.poetry

So I’ve opened up an Insta

After discussion with some friends

As not only am I interested

In the efforts others have invested

But also who might slide into my DM’s

😉

Words

It's only when you have nothing
That you realise words are everything

Words make your mind break
Words make your soul ache

Words incite you to roar
Words inspire you to soar

It's only when you have nothing
That you realise words are everything

I have nothing
But my words

(Originally Posted 16.03.2019)

 

Pedestals

They say you don’t know

What you mean to people

Whom you may never see

Well all I can say

Is I hope and pray

That no one relies on me

Story Books

Read
to me
some
more

She
said

I
swoon
to the
sound
of your
voice

Tell
me
what
you
want
to
hear

He
said

You
know
it’s
always
your
choice

Please Bear With Me

I’m
sorry
I haven’t
been
around

As
much
as I’d
like
to be

But
lately
my life
has run
aground

And
your
words
won’t
go in,

You see

The Messenger (1)

Morning:

I
enjoyed
chatting
with
you

Even
though
it was
through
a screen

Like an
impenetrable
wall of
concrete

With a
little
crack
inbetween

The Window Seat

There’s
people,
people,
everywhere

Dashing
around
without
a care

Or,
at least,
that’s how
it looks

When I
glance up
from behind
my books

Poetry

Some pills
make it
better

Some
make it
worse

Sometimes
the only
solace

Resides
in written
verse

Something Old / Something New

I wandered lonely as a cloud

Screaming the words fuck you out loud

As, like the night, she walked in beauty

I wished someone would just come along and shoot me

As I, in the wood, took the road less travelled

I sat and cried as my mind unravelled

And as we talked between the rooms

I closed my eyes and succumbed to the fumes

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