Tag: emotions
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Are You Poorer Than Me?
I’m so sick of being poor. Yes I may have a roof over my head and food in my fridge but when you can’t decorate your rooms or make meals beyond tins of soup and sweetcorn then what’s the point? I might aswell be living in The Amazon, atleast then I’ll avoid the council tax…
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What Do You Take For Granted?
I recently started volunteering at a charity for children with additional needs. The charity provides free sports and activity sessions to give these children the opportunity to play and have fun as any child should have the right to do. Having only attended a moderate number of session so far I can already feel…
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P*ss Off Christmas!
No sooner has the Grim Reaper even had a chance to pull out his scythe from under his cloak for the Halloween happenings than has every man and his dog cracked open the bottle of eggnog whilst covering outdated Christmas carols in the key of ‘sounds like I’m being choked out in a headlock’. Christmas…
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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…
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City life
Like mice, Trapped in the rat race. A maze made for manipulation. Man against man, race against race. A breath. Of fresh air at dawn. As futile as asking the sun to, Rise at dusk and set in the morn. Private, A word less chosen. Only by those of land un-citied. Cities keep…
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Poem: Time
Time. Moving passed like Dew dripping from the leaves of The waxiest cuticles. My hands, Gnarled, close tight, Around the memories, Uprooted by those of time. Time, A spectre of the night, Time, invisible to the eye Of even the most profound inspectors. I suspect. Expecting time to wait for, Any man. Is…
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Poems: My Self-Written Seasonals
What better way to welcome in the season of Summer than to give a recap of the ones that come before and after it through poetry: The Fall of Autumn Death never looked so beautiful, Leaf litter burnt orange in the fading Autumn sun, Crunches beneath my feet as the day carries on. The…
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What Does It Mean To Be Human?
As I sit with a cold bag of peas smooshed against the left cheek of my painfully windburned face (Northern Ireland’s coastlines are blustery af), I gasp in awe at the astoundingly graphic yet oddly fascinating scenes of ‘Surgeons – At The Edge Of Life’, a show guaranteed to have you on the edge of…
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Robots Are The New Songwriters – Is This Morally Right?
Warner Music Group’s newest addition to their ‘artist’ roster is that of an algorithm addict destined to make your newest jam, pretty much an alexa with an insatiable interest in generating sound while simultaneously reading your heart rate and circadian rhythm. Designed with the aim in mind to produce 20 albums this year, each containing…
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Does Equality Really Exist?
I ask myself this question as I’m swiftly ushered out of my own workplace by rather hench looking security guards an hour earlier than I should be, because an A-list celeb is coming in shortly to do a quick Q+A session on the release of their new album and no stragglers must be lurking round…
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Why Is Poetry So Enchanting?
From ‘Tyger Tyger, burning bright….’ to ‘I wandered lonely as a cloud……’ somehow words have the power to capture the emotion of the poet and freeze it in time. To evoke an emotion in the reader that may last a lifetime. Why is this so? Why doesn’t it happen when we’re reading the bus timetable…
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What Does ‘Value’ Mean If You’re In Poverty?
With over 500 million people currently in poverty across the globe, materialism is but an abstract concept. Unimaginable to the people, who, through no choice of their own have found themselves struggling to survive. When put into context it is somewhat fortunate yet ignorant of us who complain about shops not stocking the right…
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