Kirsty Woodward > Writing | WritersCafe.org | The Online Writing Community

i found art in the distance between usfrom the bottom of my feetfrom the tips of my fingersi found art in you.

we sit and put the world to rights knowing full well the world can never be put 'right'.

quiet now memories only bad memories but, memories all the same.

people won’t make you happy, but music and poetry will.

it is being sat in a bar wearing no bra drinking beer writing poetry it is holding your soul mates in the palm of your hand it is coming home dru..

and I find myself suddenly afraid of the words I can and cannot write.

you were right, everybody is out here settling and it makes me kind of sick.

if art isn’t a reason to live, then I don’t know what is.

surely there has to come a time when you stop going back to that place in your mind.

Imiss lying in bed telling you stories of the ghosts in my head.