It is a horrid thing. Knowing the exact weight of choice. Knowing, from here, you fly or you fall. This is it. Loud are the opinions, the "advice" and judgement of others. Tip-toe ahead... or leap? from the cliffside Will wings grow as I fall? It hurts to be so aware. And it's… Continue reading The Ache of Knowing (poem)
Avant-garde: I’ve never really been one to do things the right way. The normal way. No. I break rules, not because I’m a rebel but because the rules just don’t suit me. Is that wrong? I’m sorry. I’ve always been so sorry, for being this way. But not anymore. I can’t keep apologising for feeling… Continue reading Avant-garde (poem)
With all the new things that have happened to me, and the new clothes, new friends, new situations, I feel like I'm becoming a new woman, hence this poem... New Woman Who knew that a person could gain a new coat of paint? And that this paint had the power to change everything? Clad… Continue reading New Woman (poem)
In light of this week's podcast episode about remembering who you are, I wrote this poem about myself and how I want to do just that, remember who I am, in 2020... Waking from My Slumber It would be a great shame to forget that I once ran races, arms fast at my sides,… Continue reading Waking from My Slumber (poem)
God, you've made so many mistakes. I'm surprised you can still keep a straight face When you say that you're proud of yourself. How can you be? You fool, You've made so many mistakes. The people you neglected, The education you turned your back on, The jobs you were too good for, The story ideas… Continue reading Happy April Fools, You Fool (Poem)
There are many men in this world, Yet my grandfather towers above the rest. Perhaps this is because he isn't of this world. Of course he isn't. How could he be? No other man in this world could ever, Even hold a candle to my grandfather. No hand is as kind as it extends towards… Continue reading Happy Birthday, Grandad.