I talk first, so you don’t ask. See? No, you don’t. I talk first, so you don’t have to. I’m. So. Tired. I talk. And talk. If you could spare me from, Anxiety? Whatdoisaynext TomakeYOUfeelbetter? I TALK. Like water over me. Engulfing. Waves of conversation. I talk first, one hand. Behind me. See? No. Not … Continue reading The Conversation
Breathing in the early morning. The freshest of air. Air nobody’s yet breathed. Breathing in, my curls bounce over my shoulders. I catch the smell of alcohol and cigarettes escaping my ringlets. Did you ever realise that as you breathe deeply your head naturally tips up and you find yourself looking at the sky? This … Continue reading The cold light of day
There’s me. I’m in the college loos. I’m 19 years old, and I'm jumping up and down, hoping my period will start. It’s not even actually due. I haven’t a clue about my body. Cycle? What’s that? I’m in my first serious relationship, with my first love. His name is K*. He was rather lovely. … Continue reading Peri- what?
The joy of Gospel music Reaching like arms to my room And pulling me out of my bed The smell of Plantain frying Twirling me, bare foot To dance down the stairs My Father, cooking up Love His smile like the glow of the sun Warm on my face, He chases the dimming sleep, Breakfast, … Continue reading Saturday Kitchen
Fb marks a year: A year of uncertainty and indelible hope, Of discovering unlikely heroes And acts of beautiful kindness. Not just crying at adverts, but the news as well. Throwing tantrums at school work - watched curiously by my five year old. Discovering a hate for Google Classroom A year of working at my … Continue reading Facebook marks a year…
We left the earth scorched Our dancing footprints, charred. A nod to the cold sunset, A kneel to the heat of the moon. The depth and breadth of you, Unfathomable odyssey. No more intrepid vista A shiny new shackle on the earth. So; the ash flies high It blackens my face and hands. My back … Continue reading Poem: Embers
Shut the door Shhhh... Tip toe, Finger tip reach, To the top shelf. Then, shut the door. Kilner tight. Kill it. Close the lid. Flick the light, off. Then, shut the door. Turn your back Away. Do not look. Leave the past. Leave. Then, shut the door. I will not remember you.
When the world stopped I was already lying down; Gazing at, Nimbostratus. I wanted to see the stars And the hope beyond. When the world stopped I sat up. I couldn’t see the stars, But felt a new hope, despite the rain. When the world stopped I stood. Not touching. Anyone. I hid my face. … Continue reading Poem: When the World Stopped
Desire. So easily sparked in the hearts of man. An incendiary, smouldering insidiously. Burning.
We’re going through a difficult time at the moment - I won’t go into it but suffice is to say one outcome could be pretty crap. A deep fault of mine is that I allow worry to wrap itself round my heart and squeeze ever so painfully. So much so I find it hard to … Continue reading Thriving?