Mum u were amazing.
Mum you we're my rock
when this daughter of yours did things wrong her actions you never knocked ,
instead you gave her your advice and support along the way

its a shame you had to go, had to leave the earth that day.
I was only about the age of 26 I was in Bristol u lived in the sticks that day will always haunt me those words ill never miss that you'd gone and left your body the sweet thoughts i can't dismiss

Mum you took your time to guide me, just shower me with love but now when this girl has to make these tuff decisions you help her from above
I appreciate and love u these feelings will never change
You will alway be that part of me as we very much the same.

Mum I know you would be happy, to know that now I found my dad ,
It with amazing reunion the new love they gave was vast.

I have this new wonderful family, but mum i ant going to lie it was so hard in the beginning,
to except this love and smile ,
but now I love them dearly and of this they may now know as it was hard to show emotion, as showing feels was no go

Mum I am so happy to feel this love once more it gives me the strength to carry on now as a person i can grow.

But now mum ,I have a new mum that will never replace u of course ,she threats me as her own and welcomed me from abroad . She didn't have to do so, to share her love with me, but For this I am truly great full I have another chance you see. so Chinyelu I thank you for your welcome your love and acceptance, happy Mother's Day to both my mums I look upon u with respect and love you are both so amazing both so strong.
I am truly blessed to have you, you really are divine so I wish you both a happy Mother's Day now I'm ending with this line.

Happy Mother's Day


Ruth's Rootz

I have eaten red stars for breakfast,feasted on moons and drank comets in cups,
black holes were my doughnuts,quasars my quavers and I never wavered from the thought that
inside me,in front and behind me the universe was there just to blind me from some truths left untold,
I shall eat many more moons before I get old,see stars explode,load lunar eclipses,gallop along the galaxies,expand on my theories and stand on the rooftop of it all,
if I fall it's a long way to go,if I fail it's because the universe won't let me know,won't tell me the truth and that being the case
I will wait on the roof 'til
the end.

If i could drive,
I could visit my grandsons and sit them on my knee,
except of course the little chap,
he lives here with me,
I can hold him whenever I wish,

I could drive off up to London,
whenever I so wished,
or I could drive to Stonehenge,
to greet the breaking day,
but I'm too broke too start.

Maybe I could be convenient,
as the designated driver,
when everyone else gets drunk,
I don't,
driving's one of many skills I haven't mastered,
shame eh chaps,
so on that fair note.

I hereby declare for today at last,
my ridicule of poetry is getting rather boring,
In fact,
you,
you there,
in the yellow hat, my God I see you snoring!
(C) Livvi

I am not a writer.
I am not good with words,
I cannot speak up for myself,
It is my pen that bleed words.
No amount of convincing can give me conviction.
No amount of clarification can make that distinction.
Please refrain from using titles.

I am not a writer.
I am just a dreamer,
Dreaming dreams of inverted galaxies
Where complexities are reduced to simplicity,
And maybe love wouldn't be so complicated.
I dream of a world where I'll be unchained and liberated,
Because currently freedom is hard to go by.

I am not a writer.
I am just another over thinker,
I stay up all night disassembling the world,
So I can put it back together.
Adding new features that I think will make it better
I get lost in thoughts, and day-mares, fantasies and others,
I obsess and I always suffer.

I am not a writer.
Though sometimes I am photographer,
Snapping,
Close ups and selfies of my terrible mind.
Giving glints of places you won't usually find,
All because I write sometimes.

chipped red nails
mascara running down your face
always under attack
always paranoid

the abyss whirling past you, dragging you back into the past and flinging you into the distant dystopia

the ever uncertainty, water, that's what these times are made of.
begging your mind to release you...
Oh but don't you know? Your madness, your chipped nails, ladders in you stockings and luminous eyes...

are beautiful.

You live life in a broken ballroom, dancing. So keep dancing, and feel everything, the rush of blood, the adrenaline, the red, the lust, the secrecy, the deception. Go through it, dance through it like you would for a lover.

Your mad mad dreams, a kaleidoscope of beauty. A portal into worlds, infinite. Illusion, once a spirited gypsy, once a golden queen, once a pale courtesan, once a fighter, always a fighter.

Oh dark anomaly, if you knew where you would be going, would the path be any more interesting?

So dance with it. Hold it in your arms, let it hold you. Let your madness chase you, you'll just run faster.

flick of the lighter
lighting a cigarette
like a silent flickering promise made in darkness
life like a ritual
and the swig of wild champagne

You down there in the depths
In the dark and lifeless ends,
Stop fantasizing over those non-existents,
Over those perpetual angles and starlit kisses.
Crawl out of the abyss, fingers ******, and
Embrace a human.
Leave those non-existents far behind your wake.

I can’t.
They’re all I have.

Meek and powerless
Human kind stops breeding,
Stops loving.