Tag: life
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Poem: Winter
Crimson embers of fire crackle, Beneath the pale moon light. The stars they twinkle like tiny freckles, Upon the face of the night. The sun awakens, from its slumbers, Naked vegetation shivers with delight. For they are scarce, they’re few in number, Desperate for the light. The season sets a spell of slumber,…
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Poem: A Job Is A Job
Knees buckled beneath me. Feet gnarled, toes curled. The whole world’s up against me. Yet still I spin, I twirl. Counting pennies until it defeats me. I’m sedated by my lost dreams. It seems the past always repeats me, A path of unraveling seams. Whispered regrets always greet me. My childhood career was…
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Poem: A Day As Grey As Today
Have you ever experienced a day, As grey as the grey day today? You know the kind, That makes you less kind. The kind you wished would just go away? I’ve certainly experienced a day, As grey as the grey day today It made me feel kind, To the man who reminded, Me to…
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How Important Is Your Health?
The answers is yes, if you don’t have a screw loose, but if this is the answer then why do so many of us struggle to keep the gym routine in check, or even have one to begin with? How often should you really go to the gym? It’s a shame to say it but…
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The Erratic Emotional Stages Of The Jobhunt
Whether you lost your job for screaming at your manager who took the risk and asked you to staple the meeting pack together on one of your ‘fragile’ days, or, you quite simply swanned out the door without slamming it (as I would’ve done). The matter of the fact is, finding that next job can…
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Poem – Shy
I’m Shy. Is that ok? I know I should meet your eyes more than sometimes. But I don’t. Should I be ashamed? I get nervous when around strangers. Find I become a stranger in myself. I feel paranoid of the dangers, That lurk just behind the shelf. I’m angry for being this way.…
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Are We Trapped As A Society To Work For Money And Not Passion?
Are we trapped as a society to work for money and not passion? For status and not enjoyment? “Choose a job you love and you’ll never have to work a day in your life.” – Confucius. But this is exactly my point, do we really have a choice? My short answer, in my opinion, is…
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Poem – 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 air is colder, Green is no longer seen. The days are shorter, A Midsummer Night is merely but a dream. Ochre, pumpkin, chestnut and crimson. All show their true…
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Why Being An Adult Isn’t Fun
Gone are the days when finger painting and daytime naps were as common as the cold. Instead , replaced by finger tapping and continuous bouts of the common cold! If only we knew as tiny humans, the pure agony that lay before us in the adult world. Let me list just a few for you:…
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Poem: A Human
A Human A subatomic bunch of laughter and woes, From our nose down to our toes, We either grimace or glow. Why are we here on this planet of blue sea and earth? Does it own us? Or do we own the world? Brief is the time we get to embrace it. You blink your…
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Eye
I haven’t worn glasses since the age of 10 and you can tell, my eye’s lazier than the cleaners who play candy crush in the cubicles at work. I had to wear an eye patch till the age of 8, and once they told me I couldn’t be saved, I chucked the glasses and with…
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An Apple A Day…….
If an apple a day keeps the doctor away then give me the whole goddamn fruit bowl for my experience with the medical industry was anything but pleasant. Carrying on from this! Let me explain: (GP practice door) Knock, Knock. Who’s there? An absolute imbecile that’s who! There’s no room for politeness here. It’s eyesight we…
The Neon Squid 