Tag: Spoken Word
Pancakes and Wine – Debut Spoken Word (Video)
I’m making videos of my Debut Spoken Word and uploading them on YouTube, TikTok and Instagram. I live in Bristol, UK and part-take in open mics or poetry nights, but I’m mostly a poet online. I hope you enjoy my readings. I’m experimenting with new media as much as I can; more is coming soon!
Press hard against the spot with metal.Tap softly with a warm, clean cloth.Things I think of as I take off to Spain.OCD pains. I can’t pick my face here or ever.The plane tilts. Like perpetual motion, it feels.When I’m enclosed, like now or in the shower;I’m perpetually scared of how scared I was before.
The Cat Behind Bars
The cat behind bars, He stays inside and stares at his counterpart. That day outside, the conflicting sides. His ears cast the devil’s signature figure. It doesn’t help that his prey reflects the light. Sitting and waiting, it’s just a matter of time.
I used to run.Often I ran.I ran in Getafe. You probably don’t know what it is like to run in Getafe alone at night.This is not me bragging.Spring and summer nights were yours truly’s favourite. I went once to a concert in Madrid.Big one that was. Alone on a summer night.And so, I wanted to…
So much of me is personal,Like sitting in this room in the darkTill he comes and turns on the light:‘you like the dark, don’t you?’I say I don’t,But the most exciting things happen at nightFor some reason, like you, turning on this light. So much of us is personal.
We had this one cd in the car by Coldplay,As a kid, I had the common decency to hate the band.We were stuck with it. We would always forget to bring the other CDs with us.Today, I remembered that “Parachutes” wasn’t that bad for the time.And there was a time when my parents seemed to…
Lamps, My Debut & a Poem
❀☀️ ❀ I shouldn’t overstay at this cafe, but I have been trying to find the words to say for this chapbook’s release. Let’s start with honesty: I’m burnt out. While this blog means so much to me, in order to focus on myself, I might have to take a spring-summer break. I’m not planning…
‘Why’d you push me?’ Cause I love you, and I push those I love. I push the pudding further away to the corner. ‘Are you not having the pudding?’ To have for later.
I was deep cleaning my flat while running a zombi apocalyptic simulation inside my head. As if… But what if… I had to leave in a rush or die instead? Would a more adept person come in to take my place? In charge now of the range of crap I own. Rent free as well……
I’m Not Made of Concrete (Cost of Living Crisis)
I’m not made of concrete (Cost of living crisis) Sitting at my desk. I deem the column in front of me hollow, Lacking concrete. Perhaps it is the cold sensation coming out from it, Or the mould around it that gives it that eerie touch. These four walls have yet to fool me. I work…