Penmanship 012
I wasn’t strange I was languid and in need of love. Polluted, I am torn and still in love with you.
Visions of the future that you’ll never see, photos on the mantle is all I’ll ever be.
690 My mom's a workaholic. So am I.
Birthday: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Birthday. Most years, my birthday marks the end of the school year. Some years, my birthday overlaps with my English exam. That year, my birthday fell on Father’s Day. - An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir A memoir about life after death, and a little girl who nearly lost her life after her father lost... Continue Reading →
Grab a Bowl
I have an exam today. While I should be prepping for it I'd rather sit in bed and watch Game of Thrones. Here's an excerpt from Porridge.
Orwell: The little boy I never met
The rocks he kicks with his feet Fall into place without any purpose. He steps into the sand and buries pebbles he finds. The pebbles and rocks mutter his name. Orwell. Socks filled with dirt, Shoes collecting memories. A little baby boy, Named by a mother and her love for Animal Farm. It was the... Continue Reading →
All I remember is the sun setting and watching the colour in my life bleed like the streaks in the sky.
Head in the Sky: The Ancients
November
I made a promise, To a girl I never knew, That I'd see Daddy again, In November, Three years later. Every day I'd miss my opportunity To prove myself to this strange girl. And with December at our door And the sky growing dark I know I will break my promise to her. From her... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 