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He sits for an hour scrolling Texting Typing On his phone A copy of Vogue is on the table To his left Is he a fashion designer? Model? Blogger? Photographer? I guess we’ll never know

I often wonder what people think When they see a writer When they see me in a coffee shop with Receipts on the table full of drafts Three notebooks half full of writing that looks like a Doctor’s prescription A poetry book peaking out of my bag A laptop plugged in What a trip hazard They see me Staring right back at them But I am only people watching & Maybe one day I will write a poem about you...

He is facing me She is sat opposite Although she is also facing me Body twisted for a vital viewing experience They have a plate of food each They begin to eat They chew with their teeth and their mouth And their jaw They chew with some eyebrows some ears Are they sore? They chew with their shoulders and their Elbows and wrists They chew with their wrinkles They chew with their fists And They chew some more Their image a mirror Palm on cheeks An eternity later They chew How b

I’m sorry that I don’t remember the last goodbye Or hello Or I love you I’m sorry I wasn’t ready to forgive you Before you died I’m sorry that we didn’t have much time Together Only loose memories And photographs When I looked through your photo album And found a cigarette butt And I laughed between tears and looked up And laughed with you Because I know you would be laughing too. I don’t always cry when I think of you mum x

A lot of my poetry comes with a trigger warning Not because I’m here to upset or offend anyone But because I’m here to be truthful and honest If my own experience upsets you or Causes you grief than it’s clear to see that Maybe You’re just not built The same way as me Strength comes from the deepest places It’s not a journey you choose But are thrown Headfirst Down a path That isn’t sign posted No amount of self-help books Ease the pain of it... Independence Isn’t a choice Bu

He has a notebook No a tablet No a note book And a pen There’s 4 lines in blue ink And an aggravated sniffle, every time he looks down at it. His phone goes off 4 times a minute Missed phone calls One answered call A gruff hello No answer so he ends it And goes back to sniffles and tapping the pen

Debunk myth with this shit that is gripping the NATION, As much as I would like to believe, three shots of vodka won’t help this SITUATION.   The sun comes out, we suffer in ISOLATION. No visitors or guests, no COMMUNICATION.   Nothing seems to be aiding to our FRUSTRATION. Is this virus a manmade CREATION?   Unemployment and global DEFLATION. World leaders are evil, they lie through DICTATION.   Why are people more concerned with COVID than STARVATION? 2020 is a victim of aw

It had been over a year since I had stood and performed at Some Antics Over a year since I looked at Faces Looking back at me Smiling Warm, genuine smiles I should have been nervous But I wasn’t… It felt the most at home I’d been In months In over a year And I cracked Laughing Like a maniac Laughing Smiling But very much at home And no one gave a shit Some even laughed too The few that had never met me before Maybe a little confused But I was home With the people I cared abou

I wish people would rather meet For coffee instead of booze But then... Come to think of it... Some of the best conversations I’ve had are when people are Fucked off their faces And I’m fully sober Also They won’t remember how weird I am...

He’s got beans on his jeans She’s got low self-esteem And that guy there Well that’s the biggest plate of food That I’ve ever seen There’s a couple in the corner Proud to be born ‘ere And some kids that have had enough

Things have been Quiet Inside My Mind This is not a complaint Or a negative Progress is in view Light at the end of a Tunnel In the mood to Renew I think it’s overdue Yesterday I walked home In silence No music No phone calls No distractions My brain was silent too It was nice To hear the world Breathing A sweet little Breakthrough

Some days I’ll talk your ears off And some days I’ll be quiet as a mouse Which one is more concerning? Being quiet right? Wrong Anxiety inducing chatter Mind going 100 mph I don’t wanna think or be in my head It’s fucking shit It’s loud and horrible and critical And keeps me up some nights Makes me cry Cause I’m my own worst enemy So I talk and talk and talk to silence it I don’t know what I’m saying I don’t know what you’re saying But it’s just blah blah blah But on my quiet

These wings are more than you think they are They’re a sign of freedom A cut of the chord holding you down A long journey from the past but Only a blink from the future A time where you have to grow a pair A time to move forwards Once you grow wings you are never lonely Chaos continues below But it’s quiet up here Mind chatter left some time ago

When you take a longer route home By at least 30 mins When you walk in the rain Headphones at maximum volume Goosebumps and tears and sadness And that feeling in your throat again You can’t quite swallow it The lump teasing your emotions Pulling on your watery eyes Whispering Seducing Let it go Cry It’s okay There’s no one here apart from you And your music When you’re in the shower And you can sob for a good 15 minutes cause no one can hear it Or when you just cry silently…

I’m experiencing a quarter life crisis It started at university While I was training to be a journalist Training to be a liar Now I am a truthteller With less friends Which says a lot about the world

Before Rebirth Is Death Before Death Is Life Before Life Is Birth But what is Before Birth? Pre-existence?

You try to serve a customer  A fucking drink But the writers block stops  It starts filling your mind  To the brink A line spews out And you fumble for a pen Scribble on anything  One line turns into ten The customers are still there  Stood at the till But when a poem is being born  It’s a miracle What will you name it? Where’s the midwife? People look in awe  And dry the tears from their eyes

If you want something mundane... Keep following their orders try to be different Become your biggest supporter Look out of a window Nature may be holding The right info Pay attention To all the times that you struggled When you felt low The bigger picture is mostly Moral Panic If you’re not clued up My poetry sounds dramatic Please I beg you Just give living a try the changes will be drastic Stop your brain from being fried delete the news apps And remove fake friends Give fr

I refuse to be part of this Left vs right Bullshit This Tory vs Labour Crap We either agree or we don’t But if we don’t That’s cool Cause I don’t wanna argue with you Let us instead instigate A healthy debate We can discuss the ins and outs Of your religion & I’ll still be your mate I’m reading the bible at the moment & I don’t agree with anything I’ve read yet I’ve written notes in pencil And underlined pieces with captions of WTF?!?!?! But I’m still reading it So we can dis

Nothing feels real Numb beyond words A headache that’s lasted days The tears come in waves Fine for 15 minutes But then my eyes fill up & Expose my lies Of stating I am fine & okay I’m on repeat You’ll hear the same few lines Stating my mind Surprise surprise I can hardly speak Don’t really know How I’ll be in a few minutes Let alone The rest of the week