What does it mean to be beautiful?

This is just something I’ve been thinking about recently. How I perceive beauty, how do you? First post in a while, woohoo! 100% sober and not once do I mention b*tch 👍

Read More

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 […]

Read More

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 […]

Read More

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 […]

Read More

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 […]

Read More

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. […]

Read More

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 […]

Read More

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 […]

Read More

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 […]

Read More