astera.poetry

“Monday again… the weekend always seems to go so fast!” This is a very common conversation I overhear at work in the corridors. I tend to laugh… Read more “the joys of 9 to 5.30”

I can tell that my eyes are losing their sparkle – a once glittering ocean turned into the dull North Sea off the coast of Bridlington. The… Read more “company of myself”

Pride is a very weird concept to me – I have always been vocal in my sexuality but I would not say I have ever been proud.… Read more “pride is never the word i am looking for”

For the longest time, I was incapable of anger. I would rather be sad because sadness was comfortable, sadness could be controlled, sadness did not hurt anyone… Read more “anger is an ugly emotion”

When I lay down at night, sometimes I can still feel hands on my body – not the gentle touch of a lover but the harsh pain… Read more “you.”

“You don’t look well – are you coming down with something?” “Yeah, it’s called cancer!” My words come out as a laugh accompanied by a smile, but… Read more “inappropriate jokes”

The day I met you, it was like an arrow pierced my soul and tattooed my heart. You are my kindred spirit, my partner-in-crime, the other part… Read more “katy”

Maybe I build my hopes up too high and too fast. Maybe I tend to blow things up completely out of proportion. Maybe I create whole fantasy… Read more “I said maybeeee……”

When I first saw you, I thought that you were candlelight – warm and soft and inviting. When I first learned your name, I thought it was… Read more “rosalind”

Sand is so fascinating – rocks that have been beaten and worn down to nothing, pulled by the whims of the tide, amazing when you want it… Read more “reasons why I like the beach”