I am Both
I am not the fat girl
I am not the skinny girl.
I am both.
I am both the bingeing in the night
And the starving from pure fright.
I am both
In the mirror I am both.
I am the always too thin pile of bones
And the body too big to call home.
I am both.
In the shops I am both.
I am the girl who is too curvy to wear cute clothes
And the girl who's Inability to feel sexy make...
Wednesday 22nd August 2018 3:21 am
Hold on tight, it’s a rocky ride
All aboard the rollercoaster
strap yourselves in and begin the ride.
Hold firm and think of those,
who try to listen and speak
without prejudice.
It is something of which they can be proud.
They do not hide behind a fake smile
or an ignorant grin
but are open, honest and vulnerable, too.
Attempting to ward off the shallow words
flung back at them in a attempt
to curtail and sile...
Friday 29th June 2018 9:15 pm
Rational Identity
I am from the sun, the moon and all that lies between.
I am from the dark, the light and that which isn't seen.
I am from whence the wind blows and home is ever out of reach.
I am from the all lives I've touched and the lessons within.
I am love, I am fear, I am truth, I am sin.
I am where I belong, though I yearn to fit in.
I am mocked, I am scorned and all the persecu...
Monday 15th January 2018 6:19 pm
Sex Overlooking The Sunset
It was surprising that after work, on Thursday,
she wanted to meet and share her bed with a man, again.
Maybe men, even, she thought, suddenly indecisive and guilty,
but for society, men, peers, their judgment, their pursed lips and nods of disapproval.
Now that she was almost home, her fireplace and Scotch seemed dearer, as usual;
the icy blanket of her acceptance of undesired celi...
Friday 21st July 2017 9:10 pm
Catechism
Catechism
I will not be defined by ancient Gods,
or the archaic teachings in their books.
I will tread warily around their words
and avoid the hidden traps and snaring hooks.
I will not stand behind a coloured flag
and spout my blunt imperialistic views
or drape it on a coffin when I die
or burn it on the early evening news.
I will not make a choice that’s...
Thursday 24th March 2016 1:58 pm
Hatred Junkie
Fake nostalgia spews out from your head
For a sepia England that was never there
Hatred junkie, you know
Where the blood river flows
Feel the bile at your knees
Marching bands drown out your higher brain
Blaring voices drive your soul insane
Hatred junkie, you feel
Like a cog on a wheel
Grinding so out of time – after time
God made you useless
...Tuesday 18th June 2013 1:03 pm
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