It's hard to keep perspective When the walls are caving in A million miles an hour thoughts Send my head into a spin 'This one is worse than last time' I say, as I gasp for breath 'This time it's really happening' As I head towards my death The panic rises swiftly A … Continue reading Writing Through It
If I could return to the day I met you With the knowledge I now possess I would have never let you near me There would be nothing to confess To tell you what you mean to me And how I wish that you were mine To let you know that being with you … Continue reading Walk Away From Me
I’ve always loved poetry, but I’ve never been any good at writing it. When I’m writing, I tend to write in the same way that I talk, which is sound if I’m writing a blog post about Christmas Shopping or defending my right to tell Holocaust jokes, but poetry is a completely different breed of … Continue reading Rhyme, But No Reason
About six months ago I wanted to try something that I had been calling ‘poetic prose’, which I had seen on Instagram. I don’t know what the literary term for the style actually is, but I often find that in the absence of knowledge, making stuff up as you go along will do the job. … Continue reading Poetry or not poetry? That is the question.