My body is just a shell Don't waste any money on any extravaganza Share stories about me with each other Wear bright clothes Touch each other's souls Come with a smile Clap a little, dance a little and cry a little if you wish You will not be able to see me because my body would perish but my essence will be so very close to you. Remember that while you might be weeping I will be laughing. If you really feel that you want to spend some money to mark my homecoming then feed as

In terms of the sanctuary, most of us will go back home after an evening out and that will be a safe place, but for 1 in 4 women an 1 in 6 men, home is the least safe place they go back to. Re- lationship abuse can happen to anyone it doesn't discriminate Sadly, a young neighbour recently ended her life leaving 3 beautiful children. This was triggered by an unhealthy relationship. this is the impetus for this poem. It's dedicated to her. Hopeful. Deep breath, Chin up, Shoulde

I am all things Greek in the uniqueness of my rage. I am Medusa's head - tangled plaits flapping in a non-existent breeze as they wrap viper-like around your neck and squeeze. Did I mention my eyes can also freeze? I am Zeus' Missus Hera - when thwarted, best abort all plans. I stamp, I shout, I throw things about, possibly the most expensive items in the house. I chew wood, spit it out, lucky, lucky you, if my blood does not shoot past it's boiling point, Id hate to disappoi

A list of demands feels peculiar coming from the dead, a bit like when you find a lost shopping list lying lonely on the street, or a pinned-up notice whispering requirements in the crowd of junk on the local shop noticeboard. Each of them belong- ing to the hands of a disembodied spectre, though I suppose that factually would be correct for my position. I would like to be burnt to a crisp, cinders, ashes to ashes a la David Bowie's request. This is so my partner can smush me

Words carry energy. Words can raise vibrational frequency When we use words for good and select them mindfully… They can send a heart swimming in a sea of love, erasing feelings of insecurity, re-charging a tired mind with injections of positivity. Whether it’s what we write….read, speak….or …hear Words, can shape and determine the beauty of our day…or month, or our year Verbs and adjectives Paragraphs and sentences Accompanied by mixture of tones and melodies Delivery season

A beautiful woman she is, in her dark long curly hair, she walked with confidence and ease.. Her bright eyes accentuating her pretty oval face, in a warm gentle smile she shone wearing a smart yellow dotted dress with black tights and black shiny boots. She kept her head held high as she stride, sometimes she walked on barefoot, always walking with grace. There was a spring in her step. She looked so elegant and radiated in femininity. Her smile shone from afar; you could alm

I see your dynamism I see your power I see your beauty I see your courage I see your victory Yes Queen Yes. I see your elegance I see your style Walk that walk The world is your catwalk I see your evolution I see your wisdom I see your joy Live for joy... I see your desires and they are beautiful. I see your determination How you keep on going having faith in what you want I love your fire! Keep blazing your own trail and keep shining. I see your generosity so beautiful in yo

I place my feet in the world, it feels so cold, and I want to scream. My heart's racing, I don't feel good, and I look for someone to blame. Sometimes I feel shame, I have a frown on my face, and rage in my heart. I want to talk to somebody, but there's no one around. I want to shout, but I think I really want to yell. It's like sounding a bell, but no one's listening, I can tell, no one understands, how I feel, I think they're going through the same, they're crying too. We'r

If you are gender stereotyped, encouraged to wear pink, play with Barbies instead of trains, dream of being a princess instead of a priest, to be nice instead of bold, quiet instead of outspoken, accommodating instead of demanding... If you are given the message on repeat that your body is there for others - to judge, scrutinise, touch, evaluate, compare and enjoy.. If you are labelled bossy, bitchy, brassy, blonde, uptight, ditzy, frigid, pretty, loud, or pretty loud... If y

The feeling of grass strands in between my bare foot. The smell of freshly roasted nuts at the Christmas market The touch of human kindness skin to skin The taste of cherries on my longing tongue Snuggling up in fresh cotton bed sheets after a nice warm bath. The once familiar safe smell of my mothers scarf she'd never leave the house without. That one pair of comfort joggers that I would wear to death. The sound of my dogs bark. I was scared of it when I was a child but now