I've written my first poem since April! I've been very busy with a new job, but it's nice to finally put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) for the first time in four months. Wrote this over my lunch break at work today. Voices I’ve often heard people talk about the “little voice… Continue reading Voices
I've been experimenting with internal rhymes, and I wanted to share that on this blog. However, this poem is a little bit more personal. Today is the two year anniversary of my grandfather's passing, and I decided to deal with it in the way I always deal with things - writing. Here's what I've written… Continue reading It’s Quiet Outside
George the guinea pig woke up crying one morning. He’d lost his excitement at the sight of day dawning. The tears dripping down had matted his fur And made his vision no more than just a blur. George had realised that he didn’t fit in. He had no brothers nor sisters, he had no… Continue reading Once again trying to do something different, I’m trying to write a kid’s book. It’s about a guinea pig called George and his search for identity. Here’s a little extract:
Scientists have never discovered why we sleep. Apart from the fact that we get tired. We don’t eat because we’re hungry. We eat for energy. We don’t drink because we’re thirsty. We drink to cleanse our systems. But sleep? Sleep is different. We only sleep because we’re tired. So if there’s no scientific reason why… Continue reading The Science of Sleeping
University life isn’t quite what you’d expect I thought it was gonna be all lines to sniff and drinks that have to be necked In reality, the experience isn’t like that at all It’s when you’ve just got back, and you want a midnight snack, and someone’s used your fucking bowl.
One of the strangest things to me is the New Year’s resolution. You think of what you’d like to change as the year reaches its conclusion. But the difference between December 31st and the start of January is one day. That’s not enough time to change your mind, no matter what people might say. But… Continue reading As we approach December 31st, I wanted to write a poem about something that has always confused me – New Year’s resolutions.
I spend a lot of time thinking about nothing. Not thinking about nothing as in the daydreaming, Drifting off with eyes gleaming, That regular people do. Thinking about nothing as a possibility. A future endeavour, and trying to imagine what sheer nothingness would feel like. It sounds lonely. We as people aren’t defined by solitude,… Continue reading Nothing
If i could, i’d shrink you, and keep you in my veins Inject you like my drug. Cause my school warned me about the dangers of cigarettes and cocaine. But no one ever tells about what you can find in a smile. Truth is the effect is about the same.
Obsessive compulsive disorder is a weird way to live your life. The first line of this was wrong so it just had to be rewritten. Again. And again. And again. And again. And if there weren’t four agains then I’d struggle with that. And my mood can change at the drop of a hat. There’s… Continue reading OCD
Do it. Do it. Just fucking do it already. I pause, my eyes beginning to cloud with a brief pool of regret and shame. I can’t believe it’s got to this point. I’ll do it. I’ll just fucking do it. I hold my finger down, and order Chinese for the third time this week. There… Continue reading Number 118 with Extra Satay Sauce