lucy-winters
" I write as a function, without it I would fall ill and die. It's as much a part of me as the liver or intestine and just about as glamorous" - Charles Bukowski / / A word is not the same with one writer as with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket. ~Charles Peguy / / I like rainy days and warm tea and cold Jack. / I smoke and drink too much, write and paint. / / I've been writing for years and only now have the courage to put my work out there. Im no good but it helps me find release and closure. Sort through my shit and make sense of what's in my head when I put it to paper. Words come out scrambled when I talk but sounds the way I want when I write them down. Please feel free to leave comments. / Be gentle if you can, brutal if you must, but be honest / / I'm fun loving, easy going with a dark sarcastic satirical. My endless sense of humour and ability to see the silver lining in everything are my best qualities
Love knocks on my door
And I invite him in
Because I like how he smells
But now that he's here
I don't know what to feed it
Love has never been here before
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 4:01 PM UTC
You have no right
To prophet propaganda
About my life.
Underneath all of this
I loved you once.
Don't pretend you don't remember
Love had a life here
Between our fingertips
And words unspoken
A holy grail of light lived
Between the echoes of my sheets
And the hollow of each of my hearts skipped beats as you turned to leave
While I miss watching my world in your eyes
Miss watching you build universes while watching me
While I can now never look Into blue eyes the same without shivering deep inside where you so easily found my darkest hiding places
You still have no right
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 4:00 PM UTC
On the other side
Of this genocide
I count too many empty bottles
Each a name inked
At the bottom
A ghost I tried to drown
A piece of me I didn't want to be
A memory I wanted to slice from the reel
A life I tried to make not my own
All the empty bottles brought
Was a graveyard of more things
I'd rather not have
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 3:06 PM UTC
A box filled with secrets
Shackled to my feet
Gets dragged around
Everywhere with me
Invisible ink
Ethes the words
Again and again
In the form
Of so many things
A knowing look
A turn of phrase
From a private book
Between the silence
Of this second
And the next
One foot firmly
In no man's land
I stand holding
My breath
Boundaries invisibly set
And yet
So clearly defined
I have no right
To stake a claim
And yet
I am owned
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 2:47 PM UTC
I want to dance in this holiness
Steady myself in your embrace
I want to pin this moment
In the warmth of your stare
I want to bask in your silence
And grow memories of Sundays
You said it would've worked
If we started things
The right way
Baby for things like this
There is no right way
Only a whispered
"I wished you would've stayed"
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 4:32 PM UTC
Now I know new year's
Is about new beginnings
But as the sun rose
I found myself
Missing you
Drinking old whiskey
Listening to our old songs
Hearing the old promises
Your voice in my ear
Your hands on my skin
I went to bed alone on this new day
Not looking ahead to new beginnings
But With my hand holding yours
in the past
I don't dwell on the past.
I don't miss things long gone.
But you always felt like home.
Home was where I wanted to be
Home felt like a good place to start
A new year.
I hope this year I will find my hand to hold
I hope I don't miss you when I do.
I hope you don't miss me.
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 6:24 PM UTC
It's not here anymore
Your cigarette butts
When I empty my Ashtray
Your half empty bottle of ***
When I open my cupboard
Your toothbrush where you
Left it in my bathroom
It's not here anymore
Your expensive cologne that clings
To everything you come in contact with
Your phone charger
Next to my bed
Your side of the bed
The second glass
The second plate
It's not here anymore
Your voice
Your name on my phone
Your favourite movies in my collection
No trace left
And yet
Your cologne sticks to the inside
Of my walls
Your food to the inside
Of my mouth
Your words
The inside of my head
I wish you would just
Leave
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 4:17 PM UTC
Slow dancing in my satin slip
To John Lee ****** songs
By candle light and slow rising steam
From the nearby tub
Tipsy from the red wine
In a good glass dangling from my hand
the thoughts of you swirling
Through my already hazy mind
Your gaze caressing
My slow moving limbs
Igniting me from the inside upwards
Anticipation thrills
You made me feel tonight
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 5:01 PM UTC
You
Are not
A man
Not god
Coward
Liar
Remembered
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 3:29 PM UTC
Anger
Sit on my
Fingers tips
Waiting
To touch you
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC