Kirsty Woodward : Writing

Here We Are

Here We Are

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


you were unexpected and I’m so ready to drink in the city at night with you.
Shapes

Shapes

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


turning on heat broken lamp shades philosophy black and blue sepia tones cosmology and you.
Rush Hour

Rush Hour

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


you lay me on your bare chest and I hear you breaking.
Honey

Honey

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


we break our own hearts because it gives us something to write about.
Bootleg

Bootleg

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


I watched you go home with herI watched you give her that drinkThe drink that persuaded her to go home withyouThe funny thing isShe is another version..
On Days Like Today

On Days Like Today

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


Coffee just doesn't cut it.Only the smell of you.
Too Big For This

Too Big For This

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


people are so afraid to show themselvesthey'd rather hide behind a curtain of immortality.who taught you to live this way?it's no big secretwe are hum..
You Laugh, I Laugh

You Laugh, I Laugh

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


I can’t see me building my home in your heart or growing my garden in your stomach but your voice punches me in the ribs every time.
Lust

Lust

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


I can create art all day with my bare hands smear the paint up the walls and across your chest.
Mother Nature

Mother Nature

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


do not mistake my laughter for agreement I am not on your side the toxicity on your lips does not impress me I’d try and chisel away at your..