The News Today | Episode 2 | 28th August

Today, there is no news. It is a bright and blue winters day, as I sit in class, listening to my tutor explaining how blog posts work to my classmates. Some of which cannot quite make blog posts work. True to form, I’m hungry, and early await when we are set free to raid the […]

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Look | Poem

I wrote this poem in class. It reminded me of someone I loved. I hope they’re okay. We sat by the ocean,  and you gazed upon me like I was a mirror.  Everything you were,  was reflected in me.  And the way you looked upon me,  was like the turn of the sun  as it […]

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The News Today | Episode 1 | 7th June

Today, there is no news. Nothing of great importance happened. The sky is bright and blue, almost unbearably so. The trees outside my window are adorned in the red golds of autumn, but the pines remain vividly green. The air is bitterly cold, and winter is not very far away at all. I had to […]

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The Third of March | Poem

A poem I wrote as part of my class I take at NMIT. We were asked to write a poem every day for five days. It was fun, I guess. I woke strangely this morning. My thoughts scattered. Patterns shifted. I had some kind of dream that faded before I could imprint it into my […]

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Get Over It | Musings

As I write this, I can’t help feeling a bit like my Dad. He would often make comments around the dinner table, or while relaxing in the living room, about how everyone is so sensitive these days. About how it seems like every thing, no mater how much they pandered to the easily peeved, would […]

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Scream | A Poem

A poem written in a fever of frustration. I know to many people who are not what they say they are. It drives me mad when people are like this. Many people call me quirky. I know I am strange. How I act and how I think does not match the status quo. While I […]

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Monsters and Friends | Part 2 |Wander

“ She wanted none of those days to end,  and it was always with disappointment  that she watched the darkness stride forward. “ LOLA The streets were quiet. Fat clouds bounced overhead, blocking out the sun. A scrap of newspaper floated across the pavement and bumped into the door of a hair salon, from the window you […]

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Ebb and Flow | Musings

Lately it seems like my life is full of crazy twists and turns. A plethora of highs met with extreme lows. The tides of my life are ebbing and flowing in strange unnatural patterns which is taking a considerable toll. A lot has happened in the past month or so. First I got accepted into […]

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Insight | A Poem

A poem that is both ironic and hypocritical in relation to me. But also not. I’m at a very confusing stage in my life.     I try to see into the people around me.   It is an exercise I find comes naturally.   Perhaps I’m intuitive,   perhaps I’m nosy.   To interested […]

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Monsters and Friends | Part 1 | Dark

“ yet each man kills the thing he loves by each let this be heard some do it with a bitter look some with a flattering word the coward does it with a kiss the brave man with a sword “ ~ Oscar Wilde      TRISTAN It was a lonely quiet day, as the night before […]

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Concave | Poem

I wrote this poem while I was listening to a song. This is sort of how it make me feel. But it’s more than that.   My heart beats inside my chest,   And as it thuds,   And tremors,   I cannot help but feel   An eerie sense of foreboding.   A storm […]

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Incoherent Whispers | Musings

I have this rather annoying thing where I will have a night full of extraordinary dreams, I will wake in a flurry, but the forget the details of these wonderful adventures only hours later. So I got into the habit of jotting then down when I can. Most of the time it helps, sometimes it […]

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Encompass | Poem

This is about something very real. It happened a few days ago. But I want it to happen everyday for the rest of my life.   I wake warm, My body wrapped around another. My light. My love. My only. He stirs gently in his sleep. Troubled by some unknown dream. I wish I could […]

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Maelstrom | Part 2 | Neighbor

The Doctor woke with a dreadful fright, as the crash of a breaking bottle landing on his balcony from the apartment above him, jarred him from his rest. “You’re quite the specimen, aren’t you?” A feminine voice said from above. Julian looked up to see a woman who looked to be around his age, drinking […]

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Birdsong | Musings

As I sit here now, I can hear the birdsong from my window. It’s pretty, light, and happy. And I wish I heard it more. Now that I’m hearing it as we go into spring, I realize how I’ve missed it over the winter. And how I will miss it when I move out of […]

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Dismantle | A Poem

Most of my poems come to me in a flurry of a moment. A rush of particular emotion. This is for sure, one of those.   Throw me up against the wall,   Mark my skin,   Like countless times before.   A strike.   A cut.   A bite.   Take a claw to […]

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Maelstrom | Part 1 | Doctor

It was a fine spring afternoon when Dr. Julian Gale arrived at the front desk of his new apartment building. He had mixed emotions about it all, but had deemed it necessary when his previous landlady regretted to inform him that the building was being demolished. Due to structural unsoundness, or something to that effect. […]

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Irrevocable | A Poem

A short poem that came to me in a odd kind of rush. Based off my real life. I don’t know why I do this.   Sometimes I wake to find I have been crying in my sleep. I never remember why. But there are stains on my cheeks, And a salty crust stuck to […]

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Olive Trees of My Childhood | Musings

My childhood has been defined by something that most people don’t really associate with children. As long as I have been in school, there have always been olive trees. Whether they be hidden away in the ‘out of bounds’ area, by the edge of the rugby field, or along the side of the road by […]

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Fever | A Poem

A poem based off a rather strange dream I had. This one took some time to get it to sound right. I just hope it makes sense.   I dream of eyes drawn in pastel, Soft and green. With a knowing gleam that asks but one question: Where are you? Of handmade windmills, Their corrugated […]

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