Heartbreak. loneliness. love Stories

A decade of friendship, a bond that was strong, Through ups and downs, we’ve been together long. Special gifts exchanged, memories we shared, In moments of sorrow, I knew that he cared. But then a new spark flickered online, A woman on TikTok, a shift in the line. Suddenly silence where laughter once reigned, The calls and the messages, all but unchained. He never explained, just vanished from view, Leaving me wondering w...

When I’m drowning, they are distant and skeptical When I’m sailing, they gather to observe the spectacle My cheeks used to be made of roses, my pupils were once starred How did I become just a chew toy to use and discard? They don’t savour their words, they just spit them Basking smugly in the fruits of their mayhem I love them when they don’t, they disgust me when they do I am cast to play both the vixen and the shrew Th...

They say it's rude to stare. But what if I can't help myself? What if all I want to do is stare at you? Would you allow me the pleasure Of learning you inside and out? Would you let me love you The way you were meant to be? Is it too much to ask That you love me in return? Am I a fool to think That you would ever feel the same? I can feel your soul around me Whenever I hear your voice Reminding me this mortal separation W...

He seduces smoke silhouettes Compensating for the loss of his duet Desperately attempting to see past the vignette During lonely hours, he clings to his rosette He lies among the ashes Memories splatter through his mind in splashes Perceiving a monster through rose-colored glasses As every ounce of trust leaks out of emotional gashes He quests for human connection To quell his dichotomy, he turns to physical affection Doi...

My name is James Briggs, and I have a story to tell. My life was changed forever by a set of carefully chosen words, spoken in a carefully chosen manner. Those profound words were to influence the path I chose. In life, we all make choices; some of these are wiser than others. Only with the vision of hindsight do we know which was which. My story begins after I left university. Actually, I couldn’t wait to leave universit...