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Sorry for the delay peeps, I've been busy and when I haven't I've been unwell. Just wanted to say thank you to everyone who wished me luck for the creative writing competition I entered. The open mic night was last Friday, it was such a sp…
Just found out that one of my poems has been shortlisted in a creative writing competition and have been asked to read it aloud at an open-mic event where I shall find out the results. #thingsarelookingup
Can someone please tell me what this #tshirt thing is?
I won't leave, these wings are burning me, rusting wire pricking my skin, wishing for me to not lack clothing. And we can't find our way, not today, our hands at tied, with too many webs of lies.
For each of our actions there are only consequences. — James Lovelock.
The digits of her fingers had turned a plum colour; her once curvaceous legs now appeared as if they belonged to a fragile, broken elderly woman. She still has flawless auburn hair but much less of it than before and strands of grey are beg…
Shatter, pitter-patter. Won’t open, or close, it’s stuck, problems arose and its bad luck. Step on a black cat, walk under a ladder, got something wrong with you, because you can’t stop emptying your bladder. I try to sympathise, so I panic…
*This is a compilation of parts of various poems I have written that I have combined to create another poem :) Hope you enjoy... thank you.* People are dying way too young, it seems like the moon’s at constant loggerheads with the sun, t…