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)
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).
I gave it all, I gave my soul and you couldn’t stand to look at me anymore. I was used to being a door, open and shut, slammed hard and misused, but this was different. I gave you my world, I welcomed you in, but you destroyed it and your life became a sin. The … More I gave it All (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).
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).
I used to climb those same vines of darkness and depth, but then I reached the top and hell couldn’t pull me down anymore. I stared down at the world, from my tower of recovery I could see the struggle, the crippling of mankind. I tried to pull you up the wall, scratched my bare … More This Tower
I recently went to an air show, to be precise the RAF Air Tatoo. Sure, it was amazing to see all the different planes and helicopters but it really had me thinking. The RAF took time to show off the army planes etc, and I felt uneasy watching these displays. There was a display where … More Air Shows- An Opinion Piece.
Our blades our pills, and our nooses were not just objects. They were the love we longed for, when the world left us bare and nothing. The thing we had as the Earth shattered around us, and as the idea of loneliness came to surround our days. Our minds set to reverse, whilst our body … More Rejected
He told her that his life was ending. She told him that hers had stopped the day they met. Death had been walking amongst them for years, but her fears had forever clouded the truth. Her Aunt Ruth had cleaned the door step, so they could leave the dirt behind, but that couldn’t clean their … More Clean