Kirsty Woodward : Writing

Nostalgic

Nostalgic

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


because you taste like the blood stains on my lips when I first read Bukowski at sixteen you’re a mess and I’m not willing to stick ..
The Race

The Race

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


your heart is not for sale it does not come with a price tag it is a gold medal let them compete for it.
Cities

Cities

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


because a year later you’re still at the heart of everything I write even if we’re cities apart.
Within Me

Within Me

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


I’m finding the balance ofbeing able to lose myself whilst staying grounded at the same time.
Keeping Scores

Keeping Scores

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


we’re all just here taring chunks out of each other to see who’ll bleed the most when all we really want is to be stitched back up ..
Your Pound Of Flesh

Your Pound Of Flesh

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


there’s something about men that I’ve come across are only sweet talkers once the drink hits tell me, am I too intimidating you ne..
Flesh

Flesh

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


love
Treading Water

Treading Water

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


You have to save yourself darlingNobody is going to do it for youEspecially he who pushed you underKnowing you were already at a risk ofDrowning.
I'm Not Proud Of This

I'm Not Proud Of This

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


If the wine taste good i’ll stay it’ll have me believe your conversation is interesting There’s something about being alone in ..
The Rich People

The Rich People

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


The Rich People take your money abroad fly to the other side of the world eat your dinner cooked by the hands of a poor man by the ocean tak..