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POEM 1 She told me it was worth it, that I should go ahead  Told me to give all my heart  Then she took it all away  She sent her daughter, Love to come mingle inside me  Made me break every rule then threw me out at sea I stood there on a cliff that had two ends to its name  Forced to choose, I chose my life  I would be happier this way Now out at sea, I worry about the one I left on the cliff  I pray he won't jump after me for surely he will not live I pray that remembers that the love we shared was real  That I would have made it last forever and ever if only it was Her will I won't curse Fate's children For all the pain they have caused Because they hold my future and could keep me from my man  But maybe it's not the end, Maybe they'll bring us together some day maybe that's the plan. ... Thank you for your support on this blog. I appreciate it more than you will ever know. This weekend there are few announcements. The first one is that t...

Hey folks, welcome back! I’ve been reeling in a lot of new readers  as well so if you’re new here, welcome bunny!! Lovely to have you! Today we’re talking about a poem from Little Girl Blue titled You-man Nature . Earlier this week I posted an excerpt of the poem on my insta story with the caption: “This poem is about sex and fornication.” With a bunch of cheeky emojis following. Whilst this caption wasn’t lying I’d like to dive a little deeper into the backstory of the piece. This poem is one of the shorted pieces in Little girl Blue for the simple reason that I had one thing to say and it didn’t need too many metaphors to get the idea across (As is with many things – I just get over excited sometimes).   That idea being there are more important things in life than sex. AND WE ALL KNOW THIS but do we act like it? I remember one evening sitting in the car with my parents driving back from what I recall as probably a church event. I was much younger than I am now and th...

I couldn’t find the right words to say to you so I thought I should— Lie. Would you, do you care? Or maybe I could say the truth that is in my heart; spit the Vulgar emotion that Exists inside me, been made free and careless as a Yokel seeing New York City for the very first time Over and over Under the radar, I will keep on Loving, liking, maybe lusting. Keeping myself in your Orbit, never touching, only hoping I don’t lose my Virtue so as to not Emerge out of and fall into Your ability to trap and teach Others to behave in an Ungodly manner

MILK AND HONEY – A REVIEW I recently purchased my copy of milk and honey by Rupi Kaur (Finally) and I am here to share my thoughts and experiences. I often like to research an author either before I read their work or after – just to get a sense of who they are and what others say about them. Rupi was no exception. After watching many reviews and interviews of hers on YouTube, reading a few articles I finally sat down to read the book. There were various elements of her books that I liked for example her cover (I have a thing for bees), the structure of the book which is divided into four parts namely: The hurting, the loving, the breaking and the healing. Despite the lack of punctuation and simplicity in writing for which Kaur is often criticized, I enjoyed reading this book. The lack of punctuation did make it difficult to get the sense of the general flow of the poem but eventually the message got across. I am a big fan of poets breaking the laws of language so this is not som...

The journey to recover from my depression is still ongoing. I will say that it has gotten easier after I learned how to release my emotions into my work. Discovering poetry in primary school was an essential step into being who I am now, since at the time when I found myself in a very dark place, listening to and reading poetry was the most emotionally freely thing I could do. I’ve always been a reader and used reading to escape my reality often. But poetry: it wasn’t something I could get into but it helped me understand and eventually learn how to explain to myself and others what was happening when I couldn’t explain it simply. I’ve always done well with metaphors. And when I began writing poetry I wrote about simple things like the clouds and the bathroom tiles, about the way the sun shone through the leaves while I waited for my transport back home after school. Finding the way that these things in nature represented situations that were present in my life. As a curious mind...

So, You’re depressed are you? Poem #31 The problem with my parents is that they mistake depression for a feeling And yes, it can be A lot of you ‘feel’ depressed But feelings fade Depression doesn’t   See, I’ve been depressed so long I’ve watched my depression change form And right now depression is a house A six walled bachelor’s flat in the middle of a dessert on a cliff by the sea One of the walls is glass Often I sit there and stare at the water beneath me Forgetting the darkness, I’m in Forgetting there’s no water coming out the sink Or electricity for the fridge Or food for my belly   I just stare at the sea Convinced that If I look hard enough I’ll find a mermaid Who will fall in love with the way I know how to look The way I know how to see them Like they’re the only one who matters More than life itself And they’ll break me out of this house as if I don’t have the key tied around my neck in a noose.  ... I wrote...

Hey There Loves welcome back! I have been writing an awful lot lately and I believe in the next couple months to a year, I’ll be ready to release my next collection. I have spoken briefly about what the experience of quarantine has been like for me. I think that my next batch of poems will definitely dive into all the lessons I’ve learnt. Onto today’s topic… I really do believe that as someone who’s struggled with depression, combined with a heavy anxiety in the last two years, that ceasing from running from myself has really been key for my growth. There’s that word we hear all the time! What has growth meant to me? Like I mentioned earlier growth (A huge theme in my current WIP) has a lot to do with getting a hold of myself and not running. What that meant is recognizing when I feel something, accepting that I am feeling it. Learning why I am feeling it and allow the wave of emotion to pass through me and then finally release. A large portion of this has been tapping into my sp...