Susannah Peareth-Kinston

Joined October 2020

18 stories

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I am a mother of two boys, a librarian and a poet.

I hope to make some poetry connections here and maybe even have it as a side hustle. I do it for the cathartic release I get from writing it.

I write about love, friendship and ADHD.

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Season Finale
So I guess the fortune tellers wrong Or I’ve been scammed for quite a song It’s like a karmic lesson Where my instinct didn’t match or was mess-in
By Susannah Peareth-Kinstonabout a month ago in Poets
Folie a deux
How do we get back on the right timeline? If I could I would get it tattooed like a fine line! At some point something happened to the matrix- take me back to 2019
By Susannah Peareth-Kinston3 months ago in Poets
Scab
Feels like a distant memory now you know, Though the memories faded really slow The last two years have flown by, I am not sure whether my memory is repressed
By Susannah Peareth-Kinston4 months ago in Poets
Coffee
So I guess I turned 42, And whilst I thought of you I wondered if you thought of me While you grabbed your coffee? Do you like it skinny or soy?
By Susannah Peareth-Kinston4 months ago in Poets
sweet children of mine
Children are life savers, quite genuinely They don’t realise how very much they can keep you alive intentionally My boys don’t know how angelic they are- they are all knowing and seeing
By Susannah Peareth-Kinston6 months ago in Poets
Time Machine
Sleep is like a time machine to the next day, Though if I had a time machine, I’d say I would go back to that day- where the late spring sunshine basked,
By Susannah Peareth-Kinston6 months ago in Poets
Birds of a feather...
Think when you said we were like birds of a feather I am not sure whether You meant that we are both broken mirrors Both twins in some ways, the other part of the broken glass- still shimmers
By Susannah Peareth-Kinston9 months ago in Poets
Permit
I have become a bit of a hermit And so if you’d permit I think you should know that I have been shaken Not like a martini, but more awakened
By Susannah Peareth-Kinston11 months ago in Poets
Cruel Intentions
How do I get revenge when I am not built like that? It would take 2 minutes of my time to decimate your word- just tit for tat
By Susannah Peareth-Kinston12 months ago in Poets
Revenge is a dish served with thyme
You are so lucky I am so kind Because now that I am no longer blind The gig is up and being taught You didn't mean as much as you thought
By Susannah Peareth-Kinston12 months ago in Poets
You're the train that crashed my heart
You’re the train that crashed my heart, You’re the train that tore me apart You’re the train that blew me away You’re the train that made me say
By Susannah Peareth-Kinston12 months ago in Poets
I miss the taste of the old sandwich
So, what am I supposed to do with this now, you took it and ran like a rabbit? It’s like eating your favourite sandwich with chicken mayo and lettuce and it becomes your habit
By Susannah Peareth-Kinstonabout a year ago in Poets

Susannah Peareth-Kinston

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Season Finale

Folie a deux

Scab

Coffee

sweet children of mine

Time Machine

Birds of a feather...

Permit

Cruel Intentions

Revenge is a dish served with thyme

You're the train that crashed my heart

I miss the taste of the old sandwich

Stories (18)