If I could write you a letter

If I could write you a letter to send out into space knowing on some plain or another it would land upon your face you would unfold the creasing paper and read what’s held inside and discover the smudges in the ink from where I’d written to you in cries because although I can tell…

POEM: The Butterfly Window

Thanks to the inspiration of a lovely friend I’ve wrote my first poem in what feels like forever. From analytical Facebook App to poem, I used some of my most used words to create something more… The Butterfly Window there is an old story about a girl whom everyone called insane for all she ever…

POEM: The Dark Moon

I haven’t written any poetry in a while, or anything really that I could share onto this blog. I’ve been spending a lot of my writing hours focusing on my young adult fiction, hoping to try and achieve a full novel by the end of 2017. However, tonight it felt good to channel some of…

POEM: Dark Matters

So you want to rule the world? Try to claim the seas, and the waves Will drown you long before you sink. Try to claim the lands, and the ground Will crumble your fantasy for permanence. Try to claim the sky, and the winds Are merciful if you ever reach the soil again. We might…

POEM: This Is Not Important

It’s getting much more crowded now But that’s not important The chemicals taste much stronger now But that’s not important The money means more to them now But that’s not important There’s no more room for waste now But that’s not important Litter decorates the city now But that’s not important The clouds weep in…

POEM: I Opened My Eyes Here

I opened my eyes here. In this strange place I learned to call home. Luck has landed me here In this place I would call my own. I am supposed to belong here, by society’s design. But what gives me the right here, to claim this soil as mine? He opened his eyes there. In…

POEM: Lost Seeds (WIP)

Mother, do you wait for me to cry? Must I weep in the soil? My salty tears flooding the homes Of earth worms whilst they wriggle around? I scream for you above the lashing of sea waves Against the crumbling of rock cliffs. Until a piece breaks off and drowns. Mother, your work is not…

POEM: Dandelion

Behind layers of cement We think we’re home. I admire the strength Of dandelions still grown. For it was never designed To push through toxic dirt. And it has become so familiar That it’s forgotten the earth. It has forgotten the richness And the soft warm ground. No longer knows of the community Of being…

POEM: Earth

(Modelled on Allen Ginsberg’s ‘America‘) Earth you have given us so many years and we are grateful for none of them. Earth: seven continents, endless mountain ranges and rivers, and four oceans. I hate that we taint you with our selfishness and destruction. Earth when will you show greedy politicians they will never be in…

Mental Health Awareness Week: The Medicinal Side to Writing

I have often felt that writing is a way for us to allow our minds to speak freely. There is always an element of catharsis to sitting down with a pen and paper or a laptop to write: whether it is for a personal journal or a piece of fantasy fiction. After all, our mental health is located…

Writing Poetry – The Collage Technique

Got a few magazines or newspapers handy? Grab them, a pen and paper, and yourself some creativity, and you are ready to draft up a collage poem. The collage technique consists of taking random bits of text from a variety of difference sources, and using them to create a poem. Although the source texts themselves…

Writer’s Habits: The good, the bad, and the straight up ugly

Whilst old habits die hard, new habits are almost impossible to keep alive. That’s why, though we may have habits which prove useful to our creativity, many of our habits can be destructive to our writing. An entire childhood of being taught how to use the comma, only to find out it’s the wrong one. Ring…