Tag: Writing
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Poem: La Familia
La Familia, Blood’s thicker than water. A ‘V’ for Vendetta, If any were to ‘runneth’ over. Sibling feuding subsides, Eyes are dried as, The belly of the beast rolls over in submission. Fist fights in a blink of an eye become, Nothing more than a memory of augmented vision. La Famila, The Family,…
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I Thought I Was Going Blind
Sitting at my desk in the office yesterday morning, everything was just peachy (or so I thought). Despite my eyelids occasionally closing over due to boredom, for the rare moments I decided to forcefully will them open, I could see as clear as day. But for some reason or other I decided to wink…
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Is It Nice To Be Nice To Others?
Living in a city, living on top of each other, I think it’s easy to get impatient and somewhat claustrophobic. Carrying out my own little experiment in the last couple of months has brought with it some striking revelations. I wanted to test the waters – does being nice to people make them nicer to…
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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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What’s Your Biggest Pet Peeve(s)?
This thought infiltrated my mind with the waft of a ‘ploughman’s lunch’ on the train during my early morning commute to work today. For anyone unfamiliar with this term ‘ploughman’s lunch’, you’ve lived a very sheltered childhood, a very lucky childhood. It’s basically a cheese (sewage) and pickle sandwich, and the scent and sight of…
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Poem: Stress
Stress. The subtle strangler. It manifests itself in many ways. A fabrication of the mind. Sending cortisol coursing through our veins. Life – so full of precious pressures. So petty, so small, minute. ‘A busy life is a happy one.’ A lie disguised as truth.
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Poem: Home
Where is ‘home’? Is home my little brick house by the sea, corroded by gale gusts and seagulls? Is home the place in my mind, that place noone else can see of? Does my heart lead me home, where my parents still reside? Or if migrated, is it instead the place where I first began…
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Homesickness & Appreciation
Am I the only person who gained a newfound appreciation for my home country only once moving away from it? I think the saying is true, we don’t really know how much we miss something until we no longer have it. And this point couldn’t have revealed itself to be more true than during my…
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Poem: A Parent’s Love
A Parent’s Love Embers of amor engulf us as you touch my face once more. Held in your arms as closely as the day on which I was born. You have loved me from the moment my heart began beating. A childhood spent with you, If only time could be repeated. Although I will grow…
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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 too…
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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…
The Neon Squid 