Reflections

It has taken me a while to decide what I want to say as I reflect upon my first year of University; particularly when trying to find the positive aspect within what has been a very difficult year. As I write this, having just emptied my flat in halls, returning home for three whole months… Continue reading Reflections

The Wall

I sat down with the wall, two beings uniquely connected yet disconnected all the same, the distance of the table between us stretching for an age an unsolvable gap? That's what we're here to find out; to discuss the familiar topics, repeat the old conversations, to try yet again to understand one another without either… Continue reading The Wall

No longer anonymous

For a few months I’ve been writing a blog composed of a mixture of self-indulgent ramble and mediocre poetry in an attempt to better understand myself and the mental illness (though I am uncomfortable in labeling it as such) that I’ve been trying to deal with for a few years.  Up till now, I’ve been doing… Continue reading No longer anonymous

The Tsunami

It always comes back to this, doesn't it?  Mascara stained sheets with arms reddened and scratched to bits.  What started it off?  My mind is lost.  A tsunami of thoughts crushing the walls of stability that hold my mind at peace.  I've refrained from sharing something so honest for a little while because I found… Continue reading The Tsunami

I feel sad (personification)

I feel sad for the Daffodills blooming in their box on a shelf, confined to the supermarket walls never to be delicately placed in a vase never to complete a table, or bring a smile to a face lightened by the spring sun. I wonder, do they feel?   I feel sad for the birthday… Continue reading I feel sad (personification)

A new question in the New Forest

The tree stands on its own, branches high and wide, with a broad twisted trunk slightly leaning to the side.   The tree has no friends around, no such nature of its type, only a few weeds litter the marshy ground, for it is far from ripe.   So how did the tree find itself… Continue reading A new question in the New Forest

A good hypocrite but a bad poet

"Beach body ready in 6 weeks!"    Scream the adverts attacking my eyes, with the image of a rippling torso displaying the ideal guy and for the girls? A flat stomach to compliment the abs displayed to the left and lets not forget the ladies' perfect chest. Why is one frame suitable for sand and sun?… Continue reading A good hypocrite but a bad poet