• Colon, comma, capital C.

    A poem on the theme of vulnerability. There's a couple of sweary words in here so be advised if you don't care for that kind of thing. Colon, comma, capital C.A linguistic interpretationof a visual representationof my vulnerability,wrapped up in thecomedy rule of three.Colon, comma, capital C. Crushed by cyclesof obsessive ideas;some crass and cliché,some toxic and possessive,some circuseswith creepy clowns,snake oil salesmen,and a ringmasterwho's cold, bloodshot eyesstare transfixed on me.Colon, comma, capital C. A face reddened by ...

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    #powerofvulnerability,
    #vulnerability,
    #confrontation
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  • Can It Be?

    I looked at the sky again.Every summer eveningI would look and hopeAnd wish things were different.Why, oh why?  How to cope? The fears I cannot understandAnd bleeding wounds, hurtsDeep inside still scorch.  I askHow such length of days and yearsThe damage and pain can last? But it is wrong.  It is the timeTo believe; to understand painIs not the only thing but sweetJoy, and peace can come instead.Listen to no one who says defeat. If we can reclaim ...

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  • Saved Draft

    #poetry Itch/Scratch When my head goes crazy there is a mental itchWhen I hear that voice my fingers start to twitch When there is an itch there is usually a scratchA temporary relief but there is always a catch When my head goes wavy my arms start to shakeMy vision starts to tunnel, my chest begins to ache read more

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  • Cuts

    This story references self-harm

    Cuts There’s a call-queue on their phone lineThat keeps playing bad covers of Queen songsAnd assures me that my call is importantAnd why don’t I contact them online? But their website says it’s downAnd my emails have been unansweredFor over a week. And I know that there are Cuts. Thing is,Cuts to them meanA higher workload andLess tea breaks and no guarantee of A second holiday this year,ButCuts to me are more realAnd my arms already bear the scars of The ...

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  • Can It Be?

    Can It Be? I looked to the sky again.Every summer eveningI would look, and hopeAnd wish things were not as they were.Why, oh why?  How to cope? The fears I cannot understand,And bleeding wounds, hurtsDeep inside still scorch.  I askHow such length of days and yearsThe damage and pain can last? But it is wrong.  It is the timeTo believe; to understand painIs not the only thing but sweetJoy, and peace can come instead.Listen to no one who ...

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  • Heard

    Heard:If the illness, the struggle, the fear and the pain,Were not all trapped inside, but used for others to gain.So the time and the opportunities missed - were no loss,If employed as currency, so the next bear no cost. If I can use my voice – have my experiences told,So from diagnosis, I’m not just ‘a label’, ‘like this’ ‘til I’m old.If I can share my own negatives and ...

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    #competition,
    #poetry,
    #change
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