Category: Writing
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Change
I feel like I’m in such a weird space at present, no sooner have I moved flat than I’m trawling the jobboards of everything from Indeed.com to Craigslist (ok maybe not Craigslist). Being a seasoned veteran on these job sites is not something I’m proud of, frequenting them so much that Google ads now pop…
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An Evening Lit By Candlelight
It’s been a hot minute (I hate that term) since I’ve written anything mildly conducive to that of an Individual with half a brain cell.. I don’t know why but lately I’ve found it difficult being organised, finding time to post anything. I’ve found it difficult feeling fulfilled. So much so that I’ve perhaps exchanged…
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Rejection – Don’t Fear It (Too Much)
“Rejection” A word soaked in stigma, in negative connotations, but do we have to be so damning to a term which in some respects, paradoxically takes ownership for so many of our successes? It’s a stinging word, bringing with it an overcast of self-doubt and worthlessness. As Steve Harvey said – “success is…
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Poem: Rejection
Stinging like the barb of a hornet, Heckles on my neck, shocked, stand upright. I’m in disbelief. Stormy skies swirl above me, My mind, clouded with an overcast of doubt. Why didn’t they just pick me? I thought I was good enough, But what good is water if absent in a drought? …
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Question Time
Although some may argue that my elevator doesn’t quite reach the top floor, I do have my sporadic occasional moments of wishful thinking I’ll have you know. And in those moments of synaptic wildfire, curiosities and peculiarities roam the plains of my mind like migrating wildlife of the African Savannah. Just some of the questions…
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Animal Instincts
If you could choose to be any animal in the world, which would you choose to be? This thought sprung to mind as I watched my sister’s cat lick her wounds in a state of a pure delusion. The 5 year old tabby was shell shocked moments after being bitten in the spine by…
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Poem: Timeless Beauty
Timeless beauty. What a contradiction. Will you still love me, When my hair loses thickness? When my skin starts to wrinkle? When my youth is but memory in the distance? Time. It’s bittersweet. Cruel to the appearance. Yet kind to the mind. Stripping away my pride in my looks, To expose an endearment for…
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Is Talent Subpar To Appearance?
“As a woman you are constantly fighting against only being valued for your looks, because it becomes a very tenuous thing, to be defined by the gaze of others. And beauty is, by definition, ephemeral: it’s a thing you can’t trap in time. It’s a butterfly: it lives for a second. So to make a…
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Poem: Stress
An advantage or a hindrance? The Goldilocks analogy, Too much – and you can’t handle it. Too little – and you’re indifferent. Your blood, now laced with cortisol, Your mind is always racing, Synapses twitch like rabbits nostrils, Your patience is fast erasing. What can you do to make it stop? You internally…
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And So It BEGINS
They say as one door abruptly closes another is but slightly ajar, waiting for you to unwelcomingly force your way through it. Atleast this is how it feels when it comes to the jobhunt for me. Coined the ‘portfolio generation’, I ask myself, is there really anything wrong with having more jobs than…
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When Will This Nightmare End?!
I feel like the whole world and its dog has chewed me up, sh*t me out and then sh*t on me that little bit more this last month. Yes, I don’t just want you to cue the violins, I want you to cue the whole damn orchestra. I think we all have times in…
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Poem – I Will Remember
Entangled in a web of grief, Spiralling out of control. Swig a bottle of cyanide, should I? To let the pain mellow? I couldn’t bear to bring myself, To meet such ill a fate. Instead I took a sip once more, Of lemon and ginger ale. I sip and reminisce, Of how life…
The Neon Squid 