Call me haunted, say that I used to flaunt it so much that I didn’t even know I had it. I call it my secret, for me to know, for my friends to keep, for my lover to sew into my skin. It lies so deep below, it appears every now and then, I tell … More I am Haunted (Spoken Word).
How many mistakes can you make, what does it take to mess up just once, twice, again and again. How much pain can you cause, and do you try to rub away the marks, pretend they didn’t exist, wish it didn’t happen again. How many mistakes did he make, could you list them, count them … More How many Mistakes can You make… (Spoken Word).
I am an addict, I find myself tragic, Lonely, but downright magic. I’m addicted, to something so good that it hurts, it burns at my insides, tears at my bones, keeps me moaning through the cold nights. I wish I wasn’t addicted, that I wasn’t so ridiculous, but then I’d be boring, what they always … More I am an Addict (Spoken Word).
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 am not the girl who needs a guy, and I certainly won’t cry when you tell me you moved on. I am not the girl who has a twisted past that needs fixing, and sewing back up. I am not the girl who needs your love, I don’t need anything from you. And I’m … More I am Not The Girl (Spoken Word)
There’ll be no setting at the table for him this year, no cheer for another Christmas meal, just an empty seat. His mother told me that he was bright, and loved life so much, but I guess you only see on the outside. Mental health isn’t visible, it isn’t using a crutch, someone knows you’re … More #TimeToTalk. (Spoken Word)
Oh mummy, I’m on my way home, tell dad I did him proud, that’s why I wrote this poem. Oh mummy, I can’t wait to be back, my mind has seen such war and they killed my friend Jack. Oh mummy, I can’t wash away the blood, I feel it every day and it squelches … More Oh Mummy.
I was just the girl with the golden eyes, but you used to cry when you smoked your pipes and drank your wine. Forgive me for I forgot how this one goes, how this fairytale ends is one I have never known. You called me your princess, dined me real fine, but I knew it … More Wine & Pipes.
They told me that university is full of diversity, but I never believed them. Call me a pessimist, but I wasn’t looking at a business, I was looking at an education. They say uni will be the best experience, but that’s how I describe Keele. I was stumped how to write this, but I wanted … More Diversity.
I remember it was October when you told me you loved me. You wrapped it in a parcel, and sent your message via post. I didn’t mean to boast, but I loved you too. Autumn was your favourite month, or so you told me, but I guess it was all lies. Such a disguise that … More Autumn