Poetry Blogs (individual)
I caught a star
With my burning fist
And left my handprint on it
I crash-landed on the clouds
I bounced back
Bounced back I
Shot a star with my mouth
I juggled Pluto
I breathed on Neptune
I grew a farm on Saturn
I named all the planets that
I was first to visit
Pierced them with flags of my face
Stamped them with my fingerprints
I was the fi...
Sunday 11th August 2019 4:17 pm
It’s been 18 months since my stroke. I have improved so much but life still has many challenges everyday. I am still developing my writing using assisted technology.
I had a stroke
I am not a stroke victim
I am not a stroke survivor
I am me
I am a writer
I can’t hold a pen
It’s hard to tell my story
I will know when
I am proud
It doesn’t stand in...
Saturday 1st June 2019 10:22 pm
I think that you are quite unique,
From ear to ear, then down to feet
Sat atop your mind you speak,
Sometimes funny, sometimes sweet
Lots of people seem the same,
They live their lives and play their games
Now and then they use their brains
But not too often, ain't that insane?
You are you and that's what matters
So ignore, the chitter chatter
Small minded t...
Thursday 22nd March 2018 2:13 am
Learning to love yourself is gruelling. Every flaw, every mistake, every quirk. Only us ourselves know how characteristically flawed we truly are. So we hide. Hide behind make up, clothes and materials.
Social media enables us to create an ideology of the person we think we are, the person we want to be. But in the midst of the night we lie awake contemplating ourselves. Questioning our choices...
Tuesday 1st November 2016 3:17 pm
I take in the sweet golden sunlight
Like an American red beauty rose on a summer day
And let it shine on my soul.
The sun’s sweet light reminds me
That everything will be fine
Even when things don't seem bright.
If negativity is a disease
Then I must be getting sick of it
Because I'm tired of seeing through the eyes of a pessimist.
Life is too short
God is too good
To stay in this miser...
Sunday 15th May 2016 7:51 pm
God has given us one face,
he has given us something great
that we take advantage of each day.
Our face is a work of art
each so similar,
yet different in many ways.
Each work of art he's created
is a beauty that only few notice
and is something that we hardly see
In our own selves.
God has given each of us a gift beauty,
yet that's not the way we see it.
We judge and critize ourselves
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 2:43 am
Each tattoo tells a story in ink to its owner, not just as a picture. Men in the pub ask me on them, what they mean, who did them and why? Different types of needle work, colours and styles all combined together to create my masterpieces. Thousands of pounds spent on permanent designs upon my body. From my favourite band The Gathering, they've not heard of them. As I never d...
Sunday 20th November 2011 11:52 am