Voice

This voice. This is madness, isn’t it? Sense niggles, though logic is lost I can hear its cries But it shouts louder And it won’t let go All these unheard echoes That haunt my head I give in for a little while And it eases…for a little while So I slip my mask back on … More Voice

Her rotting teeth

She wanted to confess To tell him so badly But the words were stuck Like toffee in teeth And she could feel them Festering there Peeling back the enamel Rotting into gum Yet she could not admit Could not spit them out Because the words were worse Too unimaginable Unbearable And a rotting tooth Is … More Her rotting teeth

Shoutout

As a poetry lover and a (well…attempting) poet myself, it’s always great to read other people’s work and to speak with these writers who share the same interests. Writing is a tricky business, you’ve got to have talent, determination, passion and, like anything associated with the creative industry, a lot of luck. So when someone comes to me … More Shoutout

If I could

If I could, I’d spread my arms and change them into wings Embrace blue skies with fearless flight as feathers grew And gaze upon the world that was once so small and all I knew If I could, I’d swing through mazes of twisted branches Sliding down the snaking trucks of tall trees Hopping to the … More If I could

Bottled Youth

And then I felt my soul crumble… the pain worse than the shatter of my heart age takes us all the once smooth skin replaced with wrinkled lines like the creases of an old shirt thrown in the corner the places that once stood, sag the bones start to ache present turns to past and … More Bottled Youth