I Do Not Like To ThinkTrigger Warning: Cancer and grievingI Do Not Like To Think by ~WildRedRose14
I do not like to think, that the last time I met you, over three years ago when I was fifteen, I remember more about managing to watch three series of Red Dwarf with my family in the car on the way to your house and back than about you.
I do not like to think that I have never met my grandfathers and I have such a small family that five more deaths in the extended family means the reaper will be knocking on my own home door next ready to take those I live and breathe for.
I do not like to think that, as I was talking to you all those years ago, the cancer was already starting to make you decay. You were
PoetryI am not a poet.Poetry by ~WildRedRose14
I cannot make single words that do not belong together tell a story so achingly beautiful that it will make you cry or be sunshine appearing from behind the cloud of my own defenses to fill the world with warmth and force shadows to retreat or a list of things that summarise my life into neat little lessons because as you know, love; I never was good at lists.
Poetry is so far from what I am use to it is like some wild animal, it's nature unknown and therefore terrifying to me, but I watch from afar and admire it's beauty, envy seeping bitterly in as I watched others take to it with ease.
It was you who first told me to t
Memory TriggersBourbon.Memory Triggers by ~WildRedRose14
I am thirteen and trying to track my little cousin (who sleeps but six hours a night and can run all day and still has to be forced to go to bed!) through a hotel lounge.
His parents are talking to some friend in the lobby and we are promised to be here but ten minutes; my father stays with them and I am told that the lounge would be a better place to wait.
I find him hiding under a chair and tell him off firmly; this is a four star hotel!
It's then my name is called and I turn and smile because it is an old friend's father.
He is sitting with a newspaper and a tumbler of amber liquid.
My cousin has sulkily retreated to the firep
You Were MineIt is funny how people express their affection.You Were Mine by ~WildRedRose14
I am clingy, I know.
A puppy in constant need of reassurance, but in return you will get never ending support and selfless loyalty....but you learnt that quickly.
We slipped from close friends to more so easily...friends who did not have personal space...we knew holding each others hands meant more.
You took the initiative thank God because though you were half a year younger you were depressingly more experienced.
And I know they called you names for it.
Slut.
Whore.
God knows what else.
You had only been with five guys....less than some of them had.
You had slept with three.
I was
) woman.....lady....female thing. :L
I had a bad-ass laptop!!! 
Relief 
Sta.sh
on 
