Tag: Writing
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Poem: Rejection
Rejection Rejection is like an unwelcome face. All too familiar, you close the door on it. Should rejection be ignored or embraced? It depends on what way you look at it. Rejection from a lover The heat of their body touching yours is fading. Now all but a distant memory. The taste of their…
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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 something…
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Poems: My Self-Written Seasonals
What better way to welcome in the season of Summer than to give a recap of the ones that come before and after it through poetry: 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…
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Music To Your Ears
Although I can’t sing a note in key to save myself, the bottom line is – I.LOVE.MUSIC From dancing to writing about it in magazines, I just can’t seem to get enough of it! My favourite genres are Hip-Hop and Reggaeton but I do dabble in the odd bit of trance and classics every…
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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 nasty…
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Male Suicide
‘Death of A Salesman’ by Arthur Miller The Young Vic’s adaptation of the 1949 play was simply faultless. So well executed was the storyline that I went home overcome by an aura of melancholy, unshakeable even by watching the funniest of comedies on Netflix. If you are unfamiliar with the play, it happens to be…
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Poem: Time
We think about the future, So that we can enjoy its ‘present’. But like a dollar bill drifting in the wind. We never do quite catch it. We worry that it’s not on our side. Like it’s going by too quickly. Asking ‘where does it fly’? Time – isn’t it a peculiar concept?…
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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 through…
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Poem: Lust
I love you, More than I love myself. Likened to a fly in a black widow’s web, I entangle myself. In your lust. I obey you. Favouring your plans. Dismissing my own in the blink of an eye. To keep you. I lose myself. I fear you, I fear that you…
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A Seasonal Poem
Sunkissed skin Sunsoaked and slick in slathers of sunscreen. ∼ Cocktails, Cool, crisp and clean quench the thirsts of even the coarsest of coughers. ∼ Days drag on, Daylight dominates from dusk till dawn. Summer is soon upon us all.
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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 face…
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Ghost Stories – Continued
So I’ve made it, with a sustained pulse so fast it almost flatlined and enough buckets of sweat to fill the oceans twiceover, it’s safe to say ‘Ghost Stories’ did it’s job of being terrifically terrifying last night at the Lyric Theatre in Hammersmith, London. Not to give the plot away too much, but…
The Neon Squid 