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These Streets

I will one day forgetthe shapes of these streets,the tarmac forever incomplete,the cracked pavement under my feet,the misery in every face I greet. I will one day forgivethe complacency and hatedribbled from bruised lips,wept from weary eyes,plucked from pools of sick. I will one day forgetthe friends who fed me to lions,who stabbed me inContinue reading “These Streets”

Yesterday’s Child

Under a sky of perpetual mourningthe snows of sorrowwere melted by morninga yawning sun that inspired a yearningfor roaming rogues high on romancethat bequeathed their love to mist-eyed strangerswho drunk-danced all night, blind to the danger. Under a sky of perpetual winterhearts freeze and hearths burn splintersgathered and sliced by yesterday’s childwho watches the embersContinue reading “Yesterday’s Child”

I have so many notebooks

An unreasonable amount, really. I have 10 on the go, to be precise. That might seem obscene. What the hell am I doing with 10 notebooks? Surely you don’t use them all? Actually, I do. Most of them every day. You see, every notebook I have serves a different purpose. I have one conventional writer’sContinue reading “I have so many notebooks”

I Assume You’re Gone

What am I?Nothing to write home about,Nothing to mention,Watching the window’s condensationdrip, dripping into my mind.Whose life is this?Is this bleak world all theirs?Is my little world all pretend?Are you still listening?Or have I lost you too?Like I lost myselfthe day I stepped out of my doorand joined their world.I assume you’re gonelike all goodContinue reading “I Assume You’re Gone”

Changes Abound

Once again, my life exists in a state of constant flux. In just over two months, I will be moving with my partner to New Brunswick, Canada. It’s going to be a challenging move, as I’ve only ever lived in the north of England. But it’s a challenge I’m looking forward to facing. I’m excitedContinue reading “Changes Abound”

Me, a poet?

I never thought that I would write these words down, but I have to say that I have started to fall in love with writing poetry again. For such a long time, I suffered a turbulent relationship with poetry, both in terms of writing poems, and also reading them. I enjoyed scribbling down a fewContinue reading “Me, a poet?”