Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 5:20am
7th Mar 2025 5:20am
one of those days (parenting edition)
It's been one of those mornings
where my kiddo wants to throw down
over every little thing
And like every other bad day
the only cure
is silliness
We've had tickle cuddles
played the "where's your beautiful face?"
version of peek-a-boo
and made fairy bread for breakfast
because if sugar doesn't cure grumpiness
it shouldn't exist
My parental nerves are frayed
and I really shouldn't be drinking
a third cup of coffee
but in the absence of any real
mind altering substance ...
where my kiddo wants to throw down
over every little thing
And like every other bad day
the only cure
is silliness
We've had tickle cuddles
played the "where's your beautiful face?"
version of peek-a-boo
and made fairy bread for breakfast
because if sugar doesn't cure grumpiness
it shouldn't exist
My parental nerves are frayed
and I really shouldn't be drinking
a third cup of coffee
but in the absence of any real
mind altering substance ...
#anxiety
#children
#family #frustration
#family #frustration
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 7:39pm
24th Feb 2025 7:39pm
Secrets - The Night He Fled
Late on Sunday night, I fix a mug of coffee and update the secret journal. I'm not a psychologist. I don't know why people block out memories or reinvent them or conveniently stash them away in the hope of forgetting, but I've been remembering more stuff this evening – stuff to do with Gordon as a boy and an incident on the estate that caused tension between his parents and mine. Meeting up with Gordon again has somehow touched on this other stuff.
New Entry:
I'm not sure when the event in question occurred, perhaps a year before the murder, but definitely in the middle of a...
New Entry:
I'm not sure when the event in question occurred, perhaps a year before the murder, but definitely in the middle of a...
#family
#friendship
#grief
#memories
#mystery
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 1:18am
18th Feb 2025 1:18am
cooking is my happy place
When I get bored, I bake
which is a generous term
for what I can do
with a packet cake mix
Today Mr 4 and I
made a mango apple chia cake
and my kitchen smells amazing
and for once all the ingredients
stayed in the bowl
instead of exploding across
the bench and floor
with all the enthusiasm
of a four year old concocting
something delicious
Every time we get our bake on
I call it an experiment
I rarely make the same thing twice
and I like showing Mr 4
that easy baking ...
which is a generous term
for what I can do
with a packet cake mix
Today Mr 4 and I
made a mango apple chia cake
and my kitchen smells amazing
and for once all the ingredients
stayed in the bowl
instead of exploding across
the bench and floor
with all the enthusiasm
of a four year old concocting
something delicious
Every time we get our bake on
I call it an experiment
I rarely make the same thing twice
and I like showing Mr 4
that easy baking ...
#family
#happiness
#uplifting
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Johnny_Silver
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 2:31pm
17th Feb 2025 2:31pm
Life Moves On IV
As the greys begin to change
You fill my world with light
All the colours have restored
And the ice around my soul
Has melted away this day
With you, I'll stay
With you by my side
I know we'll be fine
When all of the darkness fades
And turns into light
No more lonely nights, just you and me together
With the promise you made me that this is forever
The past fades away
The pain is erased
With these moments together underneath the moonlight
Everything that matters is here in this moment
And together, as...
You fill my world with light
All the colours have restored
And the ice around my soul
Has melted away this day
With you, I'll stay
With you by my side
I know we'll be fine
When all of the darkness fades
And turns into light
No more lonely nights, just you and me together
With the promise you made me that this is forever
The past fades away
The pain is erased
With these moments together underneath the moonlight
Everything that matters is here in this moment
And together, as...
#dreams
#family
#hope #love
#hope #love
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Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 11:24am
16th Feb 2025 11:24am
a sinister snowflake
wreath like her posture
is folded blanketed
around me
clearer now
my sister sits silently not
her searching hands
are always in motion
cooking soothing smoothening
clearing cleaning comforting
karmic ceramics carved
neath her finger nails
plumage plucked
her careful painted lips
are but a melody
once I asked her
if she could remember
the sea
her answer was
that she did not
remember the shore
we held shells
towards our ears
wandering echo ...
is folded blanketed
around me
clearer now
my sister sits silently not
her searching hands
are always in motion
cooking soothing smoothening
clearing cleaning comforting
karmic ceramics carved
neath her finger nails
plumage plucked
her careful painted lips
are but a melody
once I asked her
if she could remember
the sea
her answer was
that she did not
remember the shore
we held shells
towards our ears
wandering echo ...
#family
88 reads
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WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 12:25pm
14th Feb 2025 12:25pm
honoring 2 hearts
I've never been entirely comfortable with traditionally romantic gestures
even when I was emotionally invested
a bouquet brings me sadness
as they arrive already dying
wilting on their severed stems
dinner for two in a fancy restaurant
makes me feel like I'm in a spotlight
more than a little awkward
I love you
...means no more on any given day
...than it does on the next
just be sure if you feel it...
...it's already been said
but there are 2 traditions I partake in
only meaningful to me ...
even when I was emotionally invested
a bouquet brings me sadness
as they arrive already dying
wilting on their severed stems
dinner for two in a fancy restaurant
makes me feel like I'm in a spotlight
more than a little awkward
I love you
...means no more on any given day
...than it does on the next
just be sure if you feel it...
...it's already been said
but there are 2 traditions I partake in
only meaningful to me ...
#confessional
#family
#love
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 5:37am
14th Feb 2025 5:37am
just another day (Feb 14)
I spent the day making paper lanterns
and chasing my 4 year old around
pretending they were jellyfish
the sound of his laughter
in the list of top 10 things
I've ever heard
We made an overbaked strawberry cake
for Valentine's Day
drew a jam heart in the centre
before we put it in the oven
it came out looking like a murder scene
so I added maserated strawberries
to try and improve upon it
and perhaps I did
because it now looks like
mushy disemboweled organs
are crawling out of the murder heart ...
and chasing my 4 year old around
pretending they were jellyfish
the sound of his laughter
in the list of top 10 things
I've ever heard
We made an overbaked strawberry cake
for Valentine's Day
drew a jam heart in the centre
before we put it in the oven
it came out looking like a murder scene
so I added maserated strawberries
to try and improve upon it
and perhaps I did
because it now looks like
mushy disemboweled organs
are crawling out of the murder heart ...
#childhood
#children
#family
#funny
#love
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 10:41pm
12th Feb 2025 10:41pm
Secrets - A Boy's Longing For Mum
Email to Lana Holmes
Sent Sunday 14 September
Sender: Robert Holmes (Reply)
Subject: The Puppy
Message: Dad and Aunty Mel took me to a farm today. We might be getting a puppy. I'm going to call it Freddy. Freddy is a real person who lives in The Factory. He writes poetry. He's got long white hair and he looks like an old wizard. I think he's brilliant. Dad and Aunty Mel got talking to him yesterday and he's really funny. He said he's going to teach me to play harmonica. He wants us all to go to his flat for buttered crumpets and tea. I'm very excited about...
Sent Sunday 14 September
Sender: Robert Holmes (Reply)
Subject: The Puppy
Message: Dad and Aunty Mel took me to a farm today. We might be getting a puppy. I'm going to call it Freddy. Freddy is a real person who lives in The Factory. He writes poetry. He's got long white hair and he looks like an old wizard. I think he's brilliant. Dad and Aunty Mel got talking to him yesterday and he's really funny. He said he's going to teach me to play harmonica. He wants us all to go to his flat for buttered crumpets and tea. I'm very excited about...
#family
#mystery
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Poetic_Seduction
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 8:20pm
11th Feb 2025 8:20pm
Surprise! Part 3 (Next Morning)
#dirty
#erotic
#family
#orgasm
#sex
123 reads
2 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 1:10am
11th Feb 2025 1:10am
It's a wonderful life
As a comet burns bright
And streaks across the night sky
So goes life
Against the fabric of time
Blink and you might miss
This strange celestial star
As it burns itself out
Fragmented from friction
But those lucky enough
To see it's blazing glory
Will speak of the miracle
They were blessed to see
And I will also
Count myself fortunate
To witness this mysterious magic
In a cursed and weary world
And streaks across the night sky
So goes life
Against the fabric of time
Blink and you might miss
This strange celestial star
As it burns itself out
Fragmented from friction
But those lucky enough
To see it's blazing glory
Will speak of the miracle
They were blessed to see
And I will also
Count myself fortunate
To witness this mysterious magic
In a cursed and weary world
#family
#gratitude
#hope
#inspirational
#nature
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 8:14pm
4th Feb 2025 8:14pm
Secrets - Freddy Again
Back at The Factory, we bump into Freddy again in the entrance hallway.
'Hello, hello, hello,' he says, peering at us through the rimless specs. He's wearing a pullover and walking boots with thick grey socks. 'And where have we been today?'
'We went to a puppy farm,' Robert says.
'Aye, and very nice too. Are yous planning on buying a dog?'
I answer. 'It was just for fun. Robert and Mel like dogs. I tolerate them as long as they don't bark and whine for too long. I prefer cats, myself.'
'Aye,...
'Hello, hello, hello,' he says, peering at us through the rimless specs. He's wearing a pullover and walking boots with thick grey socks. 'And where have we been today?'
'We went to a puppy farm,' Robert says.
'Aye, and very nice too. Are yous planning on buying a dog?'
I answer. 'It was just for fun. Robert and Mel like dogs. I tolerate them as long as they don't bark and whine for too long. I prefer cats, myself.'
'Aye,...
#family
#mystery
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 9:30pm
1st Feb 2025 9:30pm
Secrets - The Puppy Farm
Day After Pub Evening With Gordon
After lunch, Mel drives Robert and me to the farm to see a litter of puppies. The dogs are based in Yorkshire, a collection of chocolate and black Labradors, nine of them under heat lamps, small woolly things with drooping mouths and serious eyes and tiny tails that swish from side to side. The smell inside the annexe to the farmhouse is strong, like a mixture of manure and peroxide. In the pen outside, the adult dogs bark in excitement when they see us, one tall black Labrador jumping up to nip my fingers.
'That's Isaac,'...
After lunch, Mel drives Robert and me to the farm to see a litter of puppies. The dogs are based in Yorkshire, a collection of chocolate and black Labradors, nine of them under heat lamps, small woolly things with drooping mouths and serious eyes and tiny tails that swish from side to side. The smell inside the annexe to the farmhouse is strong, like a mixture of manure and peroxide. In the pen outside, the adult dogs bark in excitement when they see us, one tall black Labrador jumping up to nip my fingers.
'That's Isaac,'...
#family
#mystery
#nature #son
#nature #son
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