thepinkcinderella asked: I just wanted to say that you are my all time FAVORITE poet. I love how there is something for everyone!

Thank you so much lovely x

“As I look back on my life, I realize that every time I thought I was being rejected from something good, I was actually being re-directed to something better.”

— Steve Maraboli (via rainydaysandblankets)

The wine sipped too quickly, has gone to my head. I watch the way your hands move as you tell your joke and laugh a little too loudly when you deliver the punch line.

His eyes flash at me from across the table. The same disapproving look he shot me earlier, as I was getting dressed.

It’s a bit tight.

Don’t be ridiculous, I say.

How do you know him again?

Just an old friend. We worked together years ago.

He clears his throat, breaking my reverie. My grin fades into a small, restrained smile.

You top up his glass.

The conversation drifts into stocks and bonds. My mind begins to wander, like a bored schoolgirl.

Your hand brushes my leg.

Was it an accident? I look at you questioningly but you are staring straight ahead, engrossed in conversation.

Then there it is again. Very deliberately, resting on my knee.

God, your hands.

They slide up my thigh and under my skirt, lightly skimming the fabric of my panties.

It’s been so long.

I part my legs under the table.

The conversation turns to politics.

A mirror effect, you say.

He looks confused. What’s this about mirrors?

The word sends a jolt through my body.

Your hand slips into my panties. 

iamalinac asked: How old were u when u write your first poem?

Hi there, I started writing them really early, in primary school. My mind is like swiss cheese, I forget things very easily. But I found I could remember things better if they rhymed. To this day I still figure out how many days in certain months by a poem I have memorized. For my exams, I use to write poems on my pencil case that were actually maths formulas in disguise. 

“I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke.”

— Meredith Grey (via erraticintrovert)

sukanji:

“You’re like death, you take everything.” 

— Milan Kundera.

un-shattered asked: You have inspired me to write my own poems to voice my thoughts (:

That makes me happier than anything. Keep writing forever : )

rosesnthorns asked: Your writing is God level

*Jaw drops*

eliyore asked: hi. i am eli. I saw your poems and read them. they're so nice. I write poems too, but sometimes i just feel that my work is not good enough. do you have any tips? i hope you could read some of my poems. thank you

Thanks Eli. It takes awhile to develop your own voice in writing but the more you write, the better you will get. So the fact that you’re already writing means you are well on your way. At the moment, I am unable to critique poetry but hope to one day soon. Just check my faq x

pinkwriting asked: Your poems are extraordinary!!!

Thank you wonderful x

mariaannareese asked: amazing blog. love all the poems in here. really great :) keep it up ;)

Thanks so much x

A Lesson by Lang Leav

Facades by Lang Leav

capt4ins asked: I wish to write With as much passion As you do. I feel as if My writing is Not writing, Just an unfortunate Series of words And too much use Of the space bar. How can I write As beautifully, As you? Love always, liss xx

Hi lovely, it’s different for everyone. A lot of the things I’ve posted here were written or half written over many years so I am not as prolific as you might imagine. Everyone goes through writer’s block but it eventually passes so just be patient. Love to you too hon. xo