Yrsa Daley-Ward's Blog, page 17

"Home. Home is a tricky concept. Who can disagree? Home. Is nowhere. Home is everywhere. Home is the..."

“Home. Home is a tricky concept. Who can disagree? Home. Is nowhere. Home is everywhere. Home is the club and home is the bottom of the drink and the first sip of the next and home is in

the arms of someone beautiful, even for just one evening when you’re too full of spirit to see your way own home.

Home is my late mothers house which now belongs to the government and home is where the head is. I left my heart with you…are you home? Left a kiss in your mouth…are you home? I do not know where to go most nights, will I ever reach home?”

- Yrsa Daley-Ward

ten min freewrite, revisited.

1) They say that women are gentler, treat each other better. Please. As if we never learned to eroticise our rage, to block out the screaming of the gut.

 2) When she told you that she hated her mother you got nervous but not for too long. Hate is just Love flipped inside out, thrown on its front.

3) You know that if you let her she will do the kind of damage that parts of you scream out for late at night

4) but she will not take care of you and why should she? What are any of us but hurt, missing children?

5) I have searched hard for my very dead parents in women with my fathers stature and men with my mothers fine features 

6) always unwittingly and never successfully.

7) I like the sounds our bodies make when they fall in like.

8)I love the word love…. but only far from home.
safe well worn lines like ‘if it wasn’t for the timing’
or the fact that I have to leave - this isn’t my country, remember?

9) Amicable breakups. Starting the process again. New room, new walls new future friend

10) …and other such distractions from the much bigger problem
of the fractions of the whole of myself.

Yrsa Daley-Ward

You're raw. I greatly appreciate your art! Keep em coming please!

Will keep it flowing. Thanks for the love! xxx

"You jumped out of every page that I read, she said."

“You jumped out of every page that I read, she said.”

- (via thiswillnotlast)

excerpt from 'letters to little me'

thiswillnotlast:

Story books lie, my girl.

Not every princess has blonde hair

Not every princess has blue eyes

Not every prince will sweep you off your feet.

Some simply can’t afford to.

"Certainly things happened that should not have happened, but firstly, that is the way things go."

“Certainly things happened that should not have happened, but firstly, that is the way things go.”

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- Opening line from FISHWICK from On Snakes & Other Stories, by Yrsa Daley-Ward

www.thiswillnotlast.tumblr.com/book

"Where is it exactly that you travel to in your head? I should like to have the grid reference, the..."

“Where is it exactly that you travel to in your head? I should like to have the grid reference, the co-ordinates. If I could, I would burrow deeply into your mind and stay there, inhabiting it completely, forever. I want to man all of the traffic that gets lost up there and guide it so that it all goes the right way. I want to build large roads right through into the deepest crevices of your mind. Wide lanes, so you never get stuck far away for too long. Smooth tarmac and clear signs, all of them leading around and around and then back to me.”

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- On Snakes from On Snakes & Other Stories, by Yrsa Daley-Ward

www.thiswillnotlast.tumblr.com/book

Better off but thinner

Missing your weather

all that weather in my bones.

Yrsa Daley-Ward, writer.

"POETRY (noun)Truth, hopefully. With a rhythm if you’re lucky."

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POETRY (noun)

Truth, hopefully.

With a rhythm

if you’re lucky.

”

- Yrsa Daley-Ward.

Poem for my Mum (RIP)by Yrsa Daley-Ward

Poem for my Mum (RIP)

by Yrsa Daley-Ward