I don’t know how to start this. How do you write something like this? I wish there was a simple way. A way to say, ‘I’m sorry for what happened’, without sounding as distant as the moon. Maybe it’s too soon to talk about this, but then I can’t miss this time. I wonder how … More We can Never Forget what They saw. (Spoken Word)
It was never glorious when they fought in the dirt, and died on the fields. When mothers heard of death, and fathers didn’t return home. It was never glorious when children ran from bombs, and slept scared at night. The war was real, but we see it now as a glorious time. We romanticise the … More It was Never Glorious (Spoken Word).
Free speech, free speech, do you want to spit it at me once again? Hide your words under a human right. A right to speak your views, what you feel, to tell the world how this is real. Free speech, a draft of your insults thrown into a computer, targeted at someones heart. Was it … More Free Speech (Spoken Word).
They told me hell didn’t exist, but they also told me monsters dont. Monsters are what reflects back at us, that shadow in the distance, the nagging voice in your head. I’ve seen hell with my own eyes, and it isn’t pretty. I have felt the flames lick at my skin, and watched the devil … More Heaven & Hell (Spoken Word).
When I was younger, the sky was blue and the grass was green. Death was just like saying goodbye, and heaven was a place that existed. Though now I’m older, hell seems real and the colours are blurred. Black seems to cloud my head and the ground is always grey. I can’t make it the … More When I was Younger (Spoken Word).
I recently went to an air show, to be precise the RAF Air Tatoo. Sure, it was amazing to see all the different planes and helicopters but it really had me thinking. The RAF took time to show off the army planes etc, and I felt uneasy watching these displays. There was a display where … More Air Shows- An Opinion Piece.