When I wrote the poem, I wasn’t thinking of a title so just wrote ‘Poetry’…. Poetry … How do I write a poem? I can’t. The poem writes itself. It is as if your hand is writing, But it is your heart that is thinking, It is whispering the words that touch the paper. more »
How can a heart break if it has always remained empty?
‘Daniel?’ Mum breathed out. ‘Mum, no!’ I pulled her roughly into my chest. ‘No, mum, don’t look at it,’ narrowing my eyes at Walker, I snapped. ‘Dad? Is that…’ Now it was Jamie’s turn. I couldn’t decide who to drop or who to hold. ‘You don’t seem surprised,’ I suddenly turned towards Walker’s deep voice. more »
‘I’ll get it,’ I rushed to the door before anyone else could stand up. Taking a deep breath for no reason at all, I opened the door. ‘Is it raining outside?’ I looked at the tall dark figure that stood in front of me. ‘Is your mother home?’ His deep voice prickled my skin. Arrogance more »