Poem: Anger

Teeth grit like vice grips on steel. The metallic hiss rings unforgivingly long. I raise my hands to the air Empty handed I surrender. Empty handed I look for answers. Yet none rings true for this. Like a swinging pendulum I’m hot and then cold Impatience – an unwelcome friend yet makes itself all tooContinue reading “Poem: Anger”

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 exchangedContinue reading “An Evening Lit By Candlelight”

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 isContinue reading “Rejection – Don’t Fear It (Too Much)”

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 internallyContinue reading “Poem: Stress”

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 inContinue reading “When Will This Nightmare End?!”

I’m Done….

If sweating out of every orifice in your entire being is your cup of tea then you should’ve joined me in my gallivanting across the city of London with what could’ve only been described as the weight of a life-sized 10 year old on my back in the form of a gym bag and aContinue reading “I’m Done….”

We All Do This…

Creatures of habit, copycats, primitive minds, call us what you will. The bottom line is that there are just some things we all can’t deny we’ve done atleast once in our lives, wouldn’t you agree with the below:   We’ve looked away so abruptly that we’ve almost given ourselves whiplash, so to make it obviousContinue reading “We All Do This…”

Poem: Planet Earth

What is this planet we call home?   Crying tears of salt water, Which hugs the coastlines days later. Spouting rivers of lava, Meandering from vast volcanic craters. Motions of oceans, You see land, you feel safer. Deserted deserts. Here thirst does not waver. Hosting the coldest of climates Where chances of death become greater.Continue reading “Poem: Planet Earth”

Keeping Fit (Minus The Gym)

Not one for the gym, I like to think of alternative methods of keeping myself ‘fit’ (using the term loosely). Below are some ideas if you are like myself and find yourself in the deep dark hinterland of monotony when forcing yourself to run on the local gym’s treadmill, or if you’re just after somethingContinue reading “Keeping Fit (Minus The Gym)”

The Time I Almost Went Blind

I think back to this horrific memory as a result of having incredibly dry and itchy eyes for what felt like every living second of work today. If you’re familiar with my other post about an unwelcomed eye infection I had last year, then you’ll be familiar with the fact that I’ve had some nastyContinue reading “The Time I Almost Went Blind”

Pet Peeves

We all have them, even those amongst us who have the patience of a saint can fall victim to loosing their tranquil facade in the blink of an eye when faced with the the continuous grunts, chews and swallows of the gluttonous pig in row G. Oblivious to the world, they munch their way throughContinue reading “Pet Peeves”

My Face

I feel like today is one of those days were my face refuses to show any sort of expression, similar to what I can only assume the lovechild of an over-botoxed barbie and a saddened clown would sport had they just been given the news that their goldfish bubbles just died.   Yes, my faceContinue reading “My Face”