To be numb, Yet feel so vividly. To remorse and reminisce, On heartbreak and misery. You're addicted to torture And it serves you well. ...

Another one from my uni days, with my reflective commentary at the end to give a little insight into the thought process of the piece....

I watch her from a distance. Far enough away that she shouldn't see me looking but close enough to catch her facial expressions as she...

This is an old piece from my first year of University. Lost to the River Warm light sat on his defined cheekbones, a pencil in one hand...

Upon a pedestal, Like you always are. So proud. So damn arrogant. Why can't you just fall? Atop the crumbled marble That's been chipped...

"She's looking at me." My brother noted, and indeed Drunk Donna was fixed in our direction. She's sat there every day, on the same bench...

I felt it slither, Amongst my thoughts and sensations Oh, Hello Old Friend, Your touch is as cold as ever, Yet makes me sweat. It's as...

She danced, sang, composed, performed As beautifully as she could. With the hopes he might be watching. She could never ask him, and he...

Are you angry with me? Angry that I spoke my mind? Angry that I got angry? Angry that I’m the one shouting this time? Are you angry...

There’s an image in my mind. I see it on repeat. Knife cutting skin Bones underneath And once you break them, A lump. Beating...

I went to sleep with a headache. A numb, dull ache that was irritating enough to keep me awake all night. I went to work the next day...

I'm trying to write some things a little off what I usually write (Death, blood, fantasy, sadness etc.) Today I thought lets try some...

From my first year of University. Imagination is my favourite drug. Back in the day you couldn't go anywhere without someone slipping you...

I was just a pile of dirt, Nurtured by the rain, Kissed by the sun And home to the ants. The days, Short or long, Were calm, and the...

There's a girl outside the station, Blonde, pale and petite. She's there every day, 5:30 till 5:35 Scanning everyone as they leave ...

Hello kind readers of my little blog. Inactivity on social media is something I flit in and out of but the last six months has seen it go...

She was grey. Hair by choice, Eyes by birth Personality watered down, Punished for its vibrancy. Emotions swallowed and muted, ...

There's no world weighted on her shoulders No ocean or country. Just a speck of dirt And a drop of saline. But to her heart They could...

In those brief seconds I could never have loved him more. His eyes slowly closing, Panting breath calming. Lips kissed pink. It was...

The Leaf and the Dragon I fell for a dragon. Harsh breath. Vain heart. Rare love. She admired beauty, Art. Those of statement,...