I can no longer hold you in my heart The last touch, last kiss, I am torn apart. I love only memory, time now past, To be with you now would leave me aghast. Yet you won’t leave my mind, your face, your smell Our last words spoken my personal hell. I will never... Continue Reading →
The difference between sickness and death, The same as breathing and that final breath. Remarkable in its finality, Comfort and grief, a strange duality. From my world of hurt, pain unlike any other Repress the pain of losing a mother. It cannot be done I have come to learn To get by yourself you... Continue Reading →
As part of my course, I have been developing my writing skills, in particular, we have been looking at short fiction. The following is my first attempt at crafting a piece of Horror flash-fiction capped at 500 words. Coming Home by D.S.Coremans Shock and surprise adorned the face of the dead man who lay in... Continue Reading →
Upon my shoulder his hand he did lay, For just one moment, perfection today. Less than a second, eternity still, Night’s spent long dreaming for this very thrill. We pass in a hallway, through me he looks Perhaps perfection, on my part mistook. I chastise myself, confidence shaken, Forget about love, yet unawakened. ... Continue Reading →
Swiping right, and often left discarded Unmatched, unwanted, broken hearted Profile pictures pass, feelings follow fast Love in the present, but lust in the past 'Hey, how’s it going? Up to much tonight?’ Incoming message the future seems bright A spark, a connection, unseen by sight Each message worth every megabyte. Ghosted for... Continue Reading →
Written on Tuesday, 18th September 2018: On the 8th September 2018 my mother’s physical journey ended. Where death for me has always come with a fear of nothingness, what her passing taught me is that the end of a physical existence is just the beginning of new existence. One in which the spirit and energy... Continue Reading →
Three times I've met you in the last year and each time, I am incredibly glad I had the notion to do so. The more time I spend around you, the more time I want to spend around you. Hours in your company never quite seem like enough time and even the topics which might... Continue Reading →
Written on - Tuesday, 7 August 2018 - 14:15 I have experienced many types of pain this year. The pain of losing a job I love. The stress and anxiety that comes from being unemployed. The fear of the unknown. The challenge that is finding a new purpose. An illness that floored me for... Continue Reading →
Written on Sunday, 13 May 2018 I still can’t shake a feeling that has consumed me for a while. It is a sense of impending doom. Dread which lies in the pit of my stomach, gnawing at me from the inside out. I live the life I have so far lived, as but a dreamer would.... Continue Reading →
