I see bees, working in the hive, grateful for their lives, thanking God that they’re alive. Bees, buzzing in the breeze, making most of the day, dodging all the leaves, but taking time to pray. Even though the day before, they lost so many, they refuse to give in, still work to earn … More Bees.
And here’s why… I’m blatantly sick of the people who say they dislike 13 Reasons Why because it’s boring- can we just discuss this for a moment. How could you find this kind of programme boring? I believe it’s because we’re made to face what actually happens in life, how people are treated and how … More 13 Reasons Why Should make You feel Uncomfortable.
I wish I could say I’m sorry, but I just can’t find the words… please don’t curse me for what I say, I just want you to know I’ve never been okay. You were my lover, always hated by my brother, loved by my mother and always ready to take another… I want to say … More My Poor Rose, you rotted… (Spoken Word)
I don’t know how to start this. How do you write something like this? I wish there was a simple way. A way to say, ‘I’m sorry for what happened’, without sounding as distant as the moon. Maybe it’s too soon to talk about this, but then I can’t miss this time. I wonder how … More We can Never Forget what They saw. (Spoken Word)
You said the body held power, but then I watched everyone around me crumble. And the people that once stood like skyscrapers now fell to the floor. They became a blank page, a closed door and nobody could stop them from losing control. I watched you unfold into nothing but dust, and I think that … More The Bodies
Dear World, you do not know me yet as I am not born. I understand that the world is beautiful, and full of green grass and water that shimmers in the sunlight. I hear the voices of those around me who speak of peace and love. Some people even pray that there is something above … More #DearWorld (A Response to #DearDaddy)
She told me that words used to burn her, and she would cling onto the hope of it ending one day. Her hands showed the pain and the way she used to beat herself against the wall, and call herself names. I watched her pick the grass one day and thread it between her hands as … More She Told Me (Spoken Word)
It was never glorious when they fought in the dirt, and died on the fields. When mothers heard of death, and fathers didn’t return home. It was never glorious when children ran from bombs, and slept scared at night. The war was real, but we see it now as a glorious time. We romanticise the … More It was Never Glorious (Spoken Word).
Free speech, free speech, do you want to spit it at me once again? Hide your words under a human right. A right to speak your views, what you feel, to tell the world how this is real. Free speech, a draft of your insults thrown into a computer, targeted at someones heart. Was it … More Free Speech (Spoken Word).
They told me hell didn’t exist, but they also told me monsters dont. Monsters are what reflects back at us, that shadow in the distance, the nagging voice in your head. I’ve seen hell with my own eyes, and it isn’t pretty. I have felt the flames lick at my skin, and watched the devil … More Heaven & Hell (Spoken Word).