Tag: Writing
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I Finally Did It!
If you’ve been following my quarrels and qualms in my quest to find a new humble abode here, then it may come as a surprise to both you and I that I have done the impossible and actually managed to find a place to live come September this year! But before I bathe in…
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Poem – A Little Thing Called ‘Fear’
Fear, The lovechild of stress and caution. An unwelcome neighbour, Making itself at home in your delusion. It’s intentions – unclear. It picks it’s moments, Most uncalled for. Like lying in your bed and hearing the front door become ajar. Or hearing your name whispered very softly from afar. Fear, It’s a teaseful…
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Poem: The Moon
One small step for man, One giant leap for mankind. A man upon the moon you say? Why yes, ‘twas the year of 1969. The moon, La Luna, How mind-boggling you are to the eye. Spherically similar to the Earth, Yet still as different as day is to night. A guardian of light,…
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B*tch Stole My Work
“It’s fine though, I changed the font so it’s mine now”. What would be worse, pitching article ideas to a magazine company only to have them reject you and for you later to find out that they’ve posted pieces online which obviously spawned from your very original idea? Or having the magazine agree to…
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Would You Rather…?
The internet never fails to entertain me, here are just some of my favourite ‘would you rather’ questions that it has to offer, put your thinking cap on: Would You Rather Be Able To Detect Any Lie You Hear Or Get Away With Any Lie You Tell? Would You Rather Create History Or…
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Mood Swings
I now totally get where the saying ‘you’ve got up on the wrong side of bed this morning’ comes from, by doing just that this morning. Waking up today made me feel like climbing up Mt Everest would’ve been easier. No sooner had I stood up that I had realised both of my hamstrings were…
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Poem: Collapsing
Collapsing, My last breath feels inevitable. Food, a phrase once so fruitious, Now feels so forgettable. Picking the apple from Eden, An action so regrettable. I claw and I clamber, You believe that I committed perjury One measly morsel of food is all that I ask for. Yet you deny me this luxury, I…
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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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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 obvious…
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Why Are We So Ungrateful?
If you can read this right now then you have the ability to see. Sight is one of the most valuable senses us humans can posses yet paradoxically it is one we take most for granted. Too busy complaining about our bosses thinking they’re better than us or stressing that we aren’t earning as much…
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Isle of Wight Festival – The Journey
Getting up at 6 am may be easy for some, but for us mere mortals it’s somewhat of a challenge. Either way, I had to drag myself onto the train to meet my old university mates who were also making the jaunt to the island. Fast forward, skipping a rather boring car journey (of…
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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.…
The Neon Squid 