Hunger

  Dark So dark I could not see Everything felt so far. I held on tightly to Hansel’s hand He squeezed mine. Trying to find the crumbs. Searching in vain. They had abandoned us. And all around us the forest awoke. Screams of others. A wolf howls. Full moon Up above. They must be there….

Bare

Haven’t wrote for ages, been sooo busy getting ready for university, which is a week away. As well as writing a article, my first article for a monthly magazine. Been a eventful summer, the best one so far, which is a total contradiction to the poem I have written. I am trying to write poems…

Red Shift Alan Garner

One of the rare times that I have read a book simply because I had to, not because I wanted to. I constantly had to push myself to read it because was one of the chosen ones on my university reading list. The ending left me with the same feeling in Indie films- the “life…

15 Things Every Writer Knows

Originally posted on Thought Catalog:
1. That language is a maze. It is an art and a calculation that when even slightly off is glaring to even the most blasé of readers– or at least, that’s what we fear. There are a thousand different ways to craft what you want to say, and every choice…

Waiting to not see you , hoping never to witness your black uniform  and yellow tickets   bright and sickening colour on the window-screen stuck with temporary  tape. With your money  annoyingly for you, now spent. Instead will never be spent on clothes, books or food lots of food.     A simple poem of mine,…

Now the glitter is gone

Now the glitter is gone no more sparkle to light the way we are all in separate rooms memories long fading away becoming nostalgic  of what used to be  anger of the past denying what we use to mean to each other. Wondering how we used to like to like each other. Annoyed at realising…

M.A.D

Is this the end of the world? the day we fall off the Earth, due to men their pride and their toys. How can we have power When there is nothing left? “Nothing becomes of nothing?” an old man said but now dead.  Surfeit  of surfeit. Given everything  but it wasn’t enough. And now we…

10 Things About Writing I Wish I Knew 10 Years Ago

Originally posted on Thought Catalog:
1) Be patient. When I was 23 I always felt this absurd need to draft quickly, edit very little, and send out the piece immediately. Just because you finished a 3,000 word story doesn’t mean you should submit it to the New Yorker an hour later. The time away from…

Last Day

Last day  the end  expecting hugs and tears  goodbyes  Like final goodbyes  we will never see again.  Instead  byes  a second glance  then back to normality  no hugs.  Just a word  5 years  more for some  and just a word.  Everything coming to this  the curtain falls  no one cheers  or claps  or stands up….

update

Just a quick message- I have not had internet for a while and will get it back in a week or so. I am just surviving but its hard 🙂 will post a proper post with a poem or review in a few weeks time. 

Drink and Cut

Drink and cut so you can become history the future never existing. And your not there, for when we make history  continue the chain, when you stopped yours generations that will no longer live.   Never formulated  only in our minds  simply imagination  never becoming reality. Instead Why? Loads of Why’s. Why did you do…