Because you have never been right… You left and all I thought, Every single f*cking night, Was how difficult I must have been. How much I must have messed with you, For you to leave so easily. For months, I was bruised and battered, Every single piece of us scattered, As if I had never … More Left
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)
*Featured Image from – http://www.unesco.org – I don’t own it.* Well, it is that time of year again. International Literacy Day provides such an important message. It states how important reading is and of course, how great books are. The World Literacy Foundation states that: In 1965, UNESCO declared September 8 to be International Literacy Day. … More I can’t live without books! – InternationalLiteracyDay
Call me a flower, maybe I’m made of regret, and false dreams. Grown in a soil of hope, but drowned in a river of shame. Boy of 16. Told me he could feel my pain, but his Tumblr had cats. I couldn’t recall the way he smiled when he said it would be okay. He … More Hipster Girl gone Bad
There is blood in my mouth as I stand up. I curse the God above me who gave me these feet and get to my knees. I beg him to let me go, I’ve tried so hard to get here. Doesn’t he know what I’ve done for him? I stretch my hands out and feel … More Untitled
If we took 5 minutes to consider what we said to someone, maybe there would be less broken hearts and paper drops of tears which your ex-girlfriend cried when you told her she was ugly. Maybe the world would be less cold, and you’d learn that you can’t fix someone with staples and glue. I … More If We took 5 minutes to Consider What We Said to Someone… (Spoken Word)
I am Untitled, don’t give me a name because apparently I’m never worth it. I’m the kid at the back of the class who tried to pick grass but ended up with his ass in the mud instead. He hit his head and you all thought it was funny when he came in the next … More Untitled
She told me that words used to burn her, and she would cling onto the hope of it ending one day. Her hands showed the pain and the way she used to beat herself against the wall, and call herself names. I watched her pick the grass one day and thread it between her hands as … More She Told Me (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).
We didn’t think the monsters were real, until we looked in the mirror and saw ourselves.