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 Jul 2015 lucy winters
Gudden
You are allowed to touch my heart, not my body.
That's for someone.
 Jul 2015 lucy winters
Gaffer
Can I buy you a drink
Feeling sorry for me cos I’m in a wheelchair
No, just my policy when I go into a new bar, I buy the first girl I see a drink, so, gin and tonic is it.
No, ***** and coke.
See, there you go, we’re arguing over drinks already, that’s nearly a relationship.
Yeah, typical man, definitely not a good start, wouldn’t you say.
Definitely, I’m Paul by the way.
Geraldine.
Dont know if I like that name, Geraldine, might have to change it.
So let me see now Paul, you get me the wrong drink, you don't like my name, but even worse, you want to change it. You might excuse me for not feeling the love here Paul.
You’re so right Geraldine, what we need is another drink to thrash out our differences, we don't want the kids to suffer.
I don’t know what it is, but I’ve got this urge to **** you, in a nice way if you know what I mean.
You know what's happened here don't you Geraldene, you’re in love.
Well I better get out of love quick, there’s my boyfriend coming in.
Can’t wait to see his face when you tell him, can I take photos.
This is Michael.
How you doing Michael, Geraldine was telling me all about you. You’re a lucky man, we were just discussing kids names.  So where did we get to Geraldine.
I was thinking Paul if it was a boy.
Better not tell you what my mother said after she picked my name.
No, tell me.
She said she could **** me everyday after choosing it.
Did she, mothers, who would have them.
 Jul 2015 lucy winters
Gaffer
She cut the ties
The good
The bad
The menopause
Finally, the long pause
Followed by the loneliness
Days became weeks, became months
It was time
Life begins at forty
Did it end at forty six
Swanky bar
Lights, music, fear
She felt that drowning sensation
Maybe to early
She felt eyes upon her
Smiling, teasing, no words
Her guard was up
It’s impolite to stare
Sorry, I was ******* you
Never in her life
Reality hit home, indignant
And tell me, how far did you get
All the way down to your inhibitions
Twenty three years worth she thought
The ice was broken
Tom was the first
John wouldn't be the last.
 Jul 2015 lucy winters
Andje
Silly
 Jul 2015 lucy winters
Andje
There's nothing to hope and there's nothing to say
There's no way to give this waiting a sense
To fill the empty spaces there's just what I see
Plate and blank stares in front of me

It takes me away but it takes me nowhere
There's no way to give the hollow a sense
I do all my best but there's just what I see
Clouded and fading inside my head

No reason to feel and no reason to erase
There's no way to give this sorrow a sense
Nothing to cry for and nothing to hope
There's nothing to hope and there's nothing to say
Old poem
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