Bad News

It's two in the morning I cannot sleep My mind is wild My heart is raging It's eight in the morning I wake disappointed It is really real It isn't a dream It's four in the afternoon I am full of questions My mind is racing My heart is desperate It's ten in the evening... Continue Reading →

Labels and Lists, Soul and Self

It's funny how falling ill becomes the pursuit of labels.  Labels, boxes, the very things that we seek to shun in most circles become all that define us.  We become defined by what we cannot do. Sometimes it's so easy to get bogged down in what we can no longer do that we lose all... Continue Reading →

Alphabet of an Evil Lurgi

I am adversely afflicted by an abundant ailment I am a braying beast of burden barking I am a congested cur who's correspondingly cantankerous I am a draught-fearing deathbed dowager deigning dainties I am entirely empty of energy I am a feverish flibbergibbet fidgeting furiously I am a grey-gilled ghost groaning I am a health... Continue Reading →

Give me a Break

There's so many types of exhaustion.  No one tells you that you can experience more than one at a time either. I am exhausted. That is the conclusion that I have come to every day for more than three years.  See, I did it again.  I say that it's been three years since I relapsed,... Continue Reading →

My Neighbour is a Werewolf

My neighbour is a werewolf He isn't keen to go to bed He'd rather be up and howling But he likes mornings even less They're a reason to howl Maybe he'd rather wide plains Or some very vast forest But he isn't happy cooped up It's another reason to howl We're going to watch the... Continue Reading →

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I am a navigator Adrift on an endless sea Maybe the waves will carry me home If there is ever a home to be found

I am a Little Meadow Flower

I am a little meadow flower Slightly ragged Barely noticeable Sometimes called weed Lost almost In a field of many blooms Adding to the beauty Of the many But nothing on my own I take the soil Whatever's given me And make seed For the future For whoever follows That is all I am a... Continue Reading →

Lessons from the Good, the Bad and the Ugly

​To all the teachers who thought that they were gods, thank for teaching me realism, even if that wasn't your intention  To all the teachers who only worked with their fauns, thank you for teaching me that flattery and adoration isn't the only way to get somewhere after all To all the teachers who thought... Continue Reading →

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