I probably owe Harper Lee a thank you, a pat on the back… a hug. It was year 10 when I read To Kill a Mockingbird, and I remember it was hated by everyone in the class. No one wanted to read it and Of Mice & Men was the preferred text to read. However, … More I like reading because of To Kill a Mockingbird.
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).
They told me to write a poem, one to celebrate the art of rhymes, structures and creating something beautiful. I’ve always hated the ritual of celebration, its infatuation done wrong. My poem was awful, shameful and downright dismal. They told me to write something beautiful. My body was my blank canvas, and I wrote the … More They told Me to Write a Poem (Spoken Word)
Tell me how you kissed her skin, and told her she was beautiful. How you spoke to her with that soft voice you use, when you tell me its okay. Tell me that she thought the world of you, and believed you were the one. That you showed her rainbows, and smiled when she danced … More Tell me How you Treated Her (Spoken Word).
My garden is filled with weeds of the past and seeds I have planted to create a new future. The weeds sting my hands as I try to pull them from the ground. It is a mound I have re-made every time there has been a storm. It is like a life re-born. My garden … More My Garden (Spoken Word).
But it was just one time, then it was another, it was almost like this guy had found another lover. His girlfriend knew but didn’t say, she waited up every day, just to see his face. She’d whisper and watch his face turn cold, his breath burning and his heart unfold. For this was a … More It was just one time (Spoken Word).
To the girl I used to be, listen carefully to what I have to say and follow my advice. Don’t you dare sell yourself short, or believe you are never good enough. You don’t know this, but one day it will feel better, just believe. Yes, there will be bad days and good days, but … More To my Younger Self (Spoken Word).
When I was younger, the sky was blue and the grass was green. Death was just like saying goodbye, and heaven was a place that existed. Though now I’m older, hell seems real and the colours are blurred. Black seems to cloud my head and the ground is always grey. I can’t make it the … More When I was Younger (Spoken Word).
I used to feel alone, but then I listened to the groan of my body. It was ticking to keep me alive, thumping blood, a hive of activity. I listened to my breath, mesmerised by the sound, the way it spoke to me. My throat hummed in the wind, and shrieked when it hurt. The … More If you ever Feel Alone (Spoken Word).