Poetry | In the Shower

It is better to cry in the shower, Because your face is already wet. Your tears will be washed down the drain. So take as much drenching as you can get. You don’t have to do it alone. That’s what everyone says. But the act of sharing your load Is a difficult step to take….

Journal Entry | My Problem

This was a digital journal entry I made during 6th form (A levels) 5 and a half years ago (wow, am I that OLD…?) The entry was saved as “My Problem”. I have rewritten it here exactly as I have rediscovered it on my old laptop computer: _________________________________________ I have a serious problem. It’s not…

Poetry | Tender Tree

I wonder what secrets lie between the roots of this tree. I’m dazzled by the golden lights Which dance between its leaves. May I compare your chocolate skin To the sturdy trunk below? Or your lips to supple fruit Which beckon mine to approach? Your arms are bark – earthy and dark Your hands are…

Poetry | Untied

I always loved the rope – It was like metal; seemed it couldn’t be broken. At times I hated it. Ha! I particularly remember those moments; You would yank me back… Everytime I strayed too far. Whisper sweet half-lies You did, each time lowering the bar That represented my patience, My hope in things to…

Poetry | Are You a Writer?

Are you a writer? Are you as compelled to pen in your pleasurable periods As much as in your perilous times? Is it that expression flows More when you’re in your lows But then is suspended in your highs? Or well, of course not. Because those moments of hot Ecstasy Don’t give time for a…

“All Men Are Dogs”

And of course, this statement is a gross generalisation – a stereotype at best. But I always say that stereotypes stem from some truth that has gotten out of hand and now shape perceptions of a particular group of things, places, animals, foods and… people. The thing is, I’m not inclined to believe this is…

Why Completing University Feels Delightful Yet Terrifying

One thing that fascinates me about our life is the abundance of beginnings. Always, the same chords which end one song seem to become the first chords of another. I’ve never acknowledged this as fervently as I do right now, and that’s because I’m currently positioned in that phase to which I refer – the…