Paul Stewart

Joined March 2021

1317 stories

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Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.

The Accidental Poet - Poetry Collection out now!

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spiderwebs, lacy memories
spiderwebs, lacy memories reminders of who has been like knickers in the basket spiderwebs, glistening hail tell the tale
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
The Magical Marshmallow Tour
Imagine yourself in a stream or a park In a little boat or on a little bench Candyfloss trees and marshmallow skies You hear a voice echoing, calling you
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
burying a lifetime of memories
burying a lifetime of memories sunday roasts and holidays how long will they last? we - never know scattering ashes (crestfallen we are sombre and melancholy with weary minds and heavy hearts)
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
smile through the darkness
curl your lips into a smile plump, warm and welcoming even if just for but a while * remind me of the happiness that exists beyond the veil
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
don't have the words
don't have words weird for a writer it's my currency how do I distill aching anger piercing pain silent sadness black bleakness
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
d.i.gital malpractice
d.i.gitalmalpractice. the end of the nothing. the end of the something. the start of the end of the fall of the collapse. It starts with the automation, then the decimation. then the full-scale delegation. human.life.critical.mass abduction.of.of.of.social.liberties.
By Paul StewartExclusive • 2 years ago
Dying of the language
even.s.miple.communication...we.fail.at.miserbl.bastardising.the.language#rappdfiredeathofthespokenwrittenword(errortypoacronym).weuse-r.eplacing.itwith.lols.(broken)emojismemesand.smalltalkshorthand.platitudesand.meaningless-gbbrsh.wemustfightfightfightagainsthedyingofthelanguage
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
The Mould
The mould of - inside - is not the - you see outside of - The - of me - me is the - me the me I - to be The mould of - inside me is the hidden me, that wants -
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Pride before a fall
Pride comes before a fall a fall becomes the humbling of a man a man's very being value and worth brought into question
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
when I kniht too much
when I kniht too much ---leg won't stop jiggling too much o v e r whelms ---jiggling and fidgeting o v e r whelms, my mind
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
I///wandered lone
I///wandered lone ly as a cloud rain falling Splinters s h a t t e r///e d all around keep stalling My blood drained
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Those Three Words
"Those three words are said too much, they’re not enough." The older I get, the truer those words from Snow Patrol's Chasing Cars, become. There is no denying the power of those words. They can change minds, change lives, mend hearts, start revolutions. Saying them and hearing them can be incredibly powerful.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Humans