Free Verse: Chaos

I feel like Everything is happening All at once. I can’t tell If the chaos Is abnormal, Or if it is just life? Trying to find “The new normal.” Was there ever A ‘normal’ to begin with? Unanswered questions Far surpass, those to which I can answer with any certainty. I seek clarity, Yet am... Continue Reading →


Free Verse: Honourable Intentions

I have very little to say That I haven't already Said before. I cannot think straight. Cannot focus On anything Besides the darkness. I am lost. I am lost. I am looking For something I do not know. I tried to explain Why I hated my job And I couldn't. You see it's not the... Continue Reading →

Free Verse: To The Resident

To the resident/s of flat 15 LFR, At your earliest possible convenience, we would ask that you please remove the bike, which is currently being stored in the mid-stairwell. This stairwell is a main access point and unfortunately the bike makes access to the handrails difficult for people with movement issues, who regularly access the... Continue Reading →

Free Verse: Why I Write II

The most annoying thing About being a writer Is that unless you write, You cannot really consider Yourself to be a writer. I usually write Everything I do At least five or six times In my head Before I ever try To commit to paper. Invariably, This means that a lot Of information Lives in... Continue Reading →

Free Verse: Why I Write

I write For all the wrong reasons. I have So much within me That I want to write, But never feel able To transfer to paper. When I am at my best I throw myself Into all things Which require it, Leaving no time For something As trivial as writing. When I’m busy Writing feels... Continue Reading →

Free Verse: The Truth

It's hard To be honest with yourself, When the truth Comes from a painful place. I am unhappy. I have been For a very long time. I have repressed For so long the things That I find difficult. And now that I have Acknowledged this truth, I cannot ignore it, Any longer. Too long already... Continue Reading →

Free Verse: Ongoing Stories

I think A lot, I overthink, A lot. I cling To certain thoughts And Mantras In my day to day life, Not by choice But by an unexplainable Obsessive need to repeat them. I enjoy Stories, and for years An escape technique Was to create Stories in my head. I remember Being an imaginative child,... Continue Reading →

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