People come in all different psychological shapes and sizes. Some are shaped by historical trauma, others are moulded into size…
The Cathartics of Writing
There is something hugely cathartic about writing – about sitting with my thoughts, my computer or iPad, and composing something…
Walking through the fog
Today was tough. I’m sat here, close to midnight on Monday evening, thinking of how I could’ve made today better.…
displeasure
This poem comes from an observation. With all this craziness going on in the world, it has allowed us all…
The World Has Gone Mad
Online shoppingis a regular occurrence saves me overspending on shiny things I think I need but don’t that I think I’ll use but won’t the magpie syndrome has…
empty lines
the lines around my eyes depict the happiness that once graced my porcelain now, they’re hollow effigies –canyons of symphonies that no longer echo their chords carried…
My Mental Health – The Cliff Edge
I’m sat atop a cliff edge. My mental health is the cliff. It’s no secret that I have suffered under…
things i feel but don’t say
knotted tongue thoughts feelings buried in the bowels of introversion where flowers grow where the grass is thick and green where rivers flowcalm and serene with a dash of awkwardness when…