Monsters

There are no monsters under our beds, nowadays they are more likely to be in them #Halloween #monsters #scary #relationships #people #handwritten #prose #poetry #poetsofinstagram A post shared by The Receipt Poet (@the_receipt_poet) on Oct 31, 2016 at 12:27pm PDT

Young & Alive: 4am

They sat slumped on the floor revealing part of themselves they never knew existed before. Maybe they looked like lovers to the outside world, wide eyed and ready to fall in to one another’s arms. That wasn’t it though, they felt more alive together with the music pumping through their veins and lights flashing in…

Ghost

He’s here, he’s around, you never were. Except his hand doesn’t fit mine like yours did, He smells nice yet I don’t inhale him, He’s tall like you but I don’t feel quite as safe in his arms, He hates biting, but you left marks all over my neck, He’ll hug me at the end…

Dull shift at work means another scribbled bit on a #receipt pad #work #bored #bar #hotel A bustling backdrop is where she finally found peace. Bubbles in the glass in her hands, chatter from humans all around, whistling by the wind through her hair. She breathed, taking it all in, the twinkling lights, chestnuts roasting,…

your mouth is your soul

People usually describe love and knowing that it was love when they looked into another’s eyes. Eyes are supposedly the gateway to a person’s soul. It was never that way with you though… Your soul is not exposed by your eyes but by your mouth. From your smile and laugh to your accent, favourite phrases…

https://instagram.com/p/BMEnS35A-l-/  The latest in the receipt series catching fireflies along the shore, chasing their light after dark too much lager turning in to laughter running down the beach energetically like children  till we lost our innocence  And the sky got stormy…

Candle

  My posts have been a little depressing lately so I thought I would post something happier! This was originally published in Hallam Union’s student magazine. It’s called Candle, enjoy! http://shu-media.co.uk/lifestyle-culture/candle/ I watch the candle intently. The flame dances around the wick happily. It reminds me of you, the heart and soul of every party. The…

Before you 

And before you my life was silly: Drunkness and dance floors, Boys in the wrong beds, Joking with the jesters But you brought a stillness With you I didn’t want to live it at 100 miles an hour, I wanted to live the moments as they came to us over and over Kissing in the…

Stranger’s city 

As I stare out at the city I’ve called home for four years, I’ve never felt more lost, the skyline I see everyday looks strange to me now. The streets I walk seem foreign and I am suddenly aware that my adopted city is not my own. My job feels too big for me and…

The world is not black and white

My Uncle Malcolm died yesterday morning and I wrote a poem similar to this which I shared with him. I’ve now written another version of it to share. We always shared the view that the world was not black and white and I wanted to reflect that here. He provided me with countless debates over…