Where did Mummy hide the bottles? Oh, look there's three under the seat! Where did Mummy hide the bottles? Silly Mummy, there's four behind the door! Where did Mummy hide the bottles? Oops! There's five on the drive! Where did Mummy hide the bottles? Oh dear, there's six by the bricks! Where did Mummy hide … Continue reading Bottles
I feel like sometimes I have these stories floating inside me, like worms trapped in my stomach eating at my insides. Parasites resting in my brain between the grey-pink folds of me. Most of the time I barely care, like an old oak being strangled by ivy, I hardly notice the infestation. I engulf myself … Continue reading Why Don’t You Write Anymore?
am I too needy were you too mean do you not love me, now that I’m not so clean. not shiny and new holding second-hand truths don’t say that it’s me when its all about You. having I gotten familiar do my lips taste the same Are you thinking of her or have I gone … Continue reading Someone Else’s Insecurities
Unchanging, unforgivable disgrace, a poorly executed human being. Another bad day. A biological mistake. Cold hearted bitch. She cares too much. Clingy, dependent. Empty Self-loathing, all-consuming. Another fucking letdown.
Was I lost in thoughts so wild and large I’ve been chasing them down and collecting up jars - around the corners of my mind, was I wandering the earth in search of a dream that floated away in sleep, or was I looking for a perfect love, maybe, I was making new friends, meeting … Continue reading Why haven’t I written in so long?
Watching the world through the eyes of strangers, a cold coffee in my left hand, my right stretches out. Grappling for their dreams, that like smoke on a breeze drift through my fingers, leaving a far-off burning smell to linger and soot to clean. I prefer coffee shops to galleries; I find the best art … Continue reading People Watching Again
Blurring through days in the carriages of sleepless dreamers, Sitting in the backseat of a burning star, me and her, Looking out into the mists. I once wished - that I could fly, Now I’m drifting, on the ripples of old explosions I didn’t realise that I had missed- my chance to make a wave. … Continue reading untitled poem
AN - What follows is an excerpt from a short story I am working on, this piece was inspired by the song Kyiv by Oksar Schuster. I felt like all the air, every spark of vivacity that lit up everyone around me, was depleted in me. My bulbs had blown, and I left in … Continue reading An experimental excerpt – Moths
Terrified of being left, But now I'm leaving you God, I miss you already Will you still visit? Don't leave Please.
Unanswered questions and unspoken words, Out future exists in more than one world Buts it's terrifying Forever, or just for now But I love you - although I didn't know how, to Before I met you I didn't make plans, Now I've made dreams, what ifs, what could be Please don't let me down - … Continue reading My Fears