Tag: Writing
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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: 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…
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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 a…
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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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Week 1 – The Menu of A Moron
So if you’ve been anticipating this update based on the post I made a few days ago, let’s just take a moment to celebrate that week 1 is almost up, on a scale of 1 – 10 (full to the gills) – (about to turn cannibal) my hunger level is a solid 9.987. If you’ve ever…
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I Hate Public Transport With A Passion
If you’ve happened to be following my journey on the misery train so far, you’ll know that my belief firmly holds – trying to live in London for two weeks on £30 will make climbing Mt. Everest look like a walk in the park in comparison. My hands are already physically shaking as I…
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Poetry: Success
The sweet scent of success, If only it lingered just that little bit longer. If only it tasted just that little bit stronger. Is success a waiting game, Or a game of chase? Should I give it my all, Or should I accept my fate? Success. The word on the tips of all…
The Neon Squid 