Your charm

You lie somewhere between my head and my heart
And somehow encompass both in the most holistic way.

Your excitement and your charm
Is every beat of life within me,
As you stand at the beginning and end
Of every syllable I utter.

You are at the forefront of my mind’s eye and I cannot possibly
Not know how truly lucky I am.



It is easy when you look at me to see a busy man
But the truth lies in between the constant flow
Of a non-stop calendar.
As a man distracted does not feel the pitfalls over which he stumbles.
As it is you who helps me find my feet
And let the circulation flow again
I can breathe and sigh and love
As we match each other’s steps
In the soft white sands of time.

You make me the man I am

I am not half the man
I am
Without you by my side.

Every moment’s echo is thrice-trebled
With the resounding knowledge
That when we bask in the warmth
Of each other’s loving presence
Every single passing second
Is a second shared
And a second cherished.

It has been a while since my aching heart
Has held your head in my hands;
Stroked your hair
And felt the gaze of your almond eyes,
But it is tonight we reunite
And I become Thrice-trebled the man I am right now once more.

A place to call our own

It has been a year since we set foot
In our humble abode
And we were brave enough to call a place
Our own.

And it is our place
For us to know and love.
Our first apartment
To revisit on some future date
When my wrinkles have
Been set, and moulded.

We’ve done our chores
And made our bed,
Watched countless episodes
And always come back to a loving home.

Yes, the shower goes cold after several minutes
And the washing machine door sometimes doesn’t open,
But not a day goes by when
I am not grateful to our younger selves
For finding a place
To call our own.

A great way to laugh with “50 Sheds of Grey”

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4/5  This mark is mainly for originality, a fantastic way to jump on the back of the 50 shades wagon. This book is currently rumoured to actually be outselling the novel it is parodying. It is short and full of one liners, and a great last minute present, I was laughing out loud from the first innuendo and I’m sure you will be too!


A dingy boat in a wild sea,

How am I to sail this boat in such a storm?

There are no passengers to save,

But me.

The storm clouds briefly light the way

But it is not a sight I wish to see

Grey-green ocean meeting diseased clouds,

Ready to drown me in its briny depths.

All I have is my oar;

A little paddle.

My raincoat is of no use now,

How can it be when waves as tall as the world crash down

Upon my very being.

But all hope is not lost,

– it never could be –

As your light shows the way.

The waves subside,

But not completely

It is my mind that holds the truth,

I am rowing to you my love,

Just as you call and come to me.

Blistered hands would not be enough to stop these arms,

For I know

You would be the one

To treat

And wrap my worn-down palms,

When we come together.

The shore is in sight, as it always has been,

No waves distract me now

I am coming my love,

The land is where you are,

And this is where we’ll be.

Stretching your imagination with ‘The Gargoyle’



4.5/5 – I got this book a couple of Christmases ago and was amazed. The research done by Andrew Davidson to create this novel is phenomenal! The book involves monasteries from hundreds of years ago, a burns Intensive Care Unit, and a wild eccentric of a woman who it is very hard not to fall in love with. A book that I didn’t know how it was going to end, and really didn’t want it to!

Quick Overview

A playboy, porn star, drug addict drives off a cliff and is rescued. The story continues from here as he is then put in Intensive care only to reminisce about the life that he did have, when a young woman walks through the door and helps him through his trauma having never seen her before. She believes that they knew each other in a previous life, and the setting for an alternative love story is created!

Quick Analysis

Very relatable and believable characters, and a great read overall. I wasn’t too convinced when looking at the cover, but as soon as I had read the first few pages I was hooked. I look forward to hearing other people’s views!

For You


I want you to seek this poem

When your spirits are low,

When you can’t find me to kiss or hold or pamper.

Allow your mind to bring me to you.


My cheek as I rest it

Against yours,

You can hear me breathe as my nose

Brushes your ear.


The faint smell of my scent,

My sweat,

My soft brown hair.

Let your mind bring me to you.


My mouth as my last cupcake

Pleasures your tongue just as it did mine,

Savour my lips as we hold them together.


My eyes and my look.

For this,

Close your eyes Ana, I will be there holding your gaze.


To the soft murmurs of my voice.

I love you Ana and always will.


I am there.

My fingers are running across your scalp

And my lips are pressing on your cheek.