You Never Really Know
Funny how we do it, size people up quick, one look in the street and we think we’ve cracked it. Too loud, too quiet, bit rough round the edge, bit too “he’s alright him”,…
The Words Were Never Meant To Leave
I never wrote this for claps, or praise from a crowd, I wrote because my head gets loud, and the thoughts won’t quiet down. Sometimes it’s pen and paper, sometimes notes in my phone,…
Imperfect Perfection
If you love my work, repost this poem, help me get this bastard heard. Not for ego, not for numbers, just one broken person per word. I never planned to be this loud, I…
Oi! Lads, Listen
Oi. Before you tell me you’re fine, look me in the eye and lie properly. Because I know that nod, mate. I’ve used it. That little “yeah, sound” with a whole car crash going…
Built With Strange Parts
I was never “normal”, whatever that means, just a kid with a loud head and torn up jeans. Sat alone with my toys, making worlds on the floor, while everyone else seemed to know…
Four Weeks of Turmoil
The house felt dead. The future had fucked off. A decade of love reduced to boxes, quiet rooms and one final door being shut. I stood there carrying all of it, like someone had…
When Survival Finally Stopped
A week ago I stood in a room and read your life out loud. My brother. My mate. My own blood in a coffin while I tried not to break in front of the…
The Caged One’s Still Awake
2am Monday morning, smashed and half folded, eyes like piss holes, brain overloaded. About to hit bed, but I don’t feel like me, like my head’s left the room and my body’s still drinking…
Whiskey And Mary Jane, The Medicine I Use
Hey I’ve always liked Jack Daniel’s, that old familiar burn, the kind that kicks your throat in first then waits for thoughts to turn. And Mary Jane’s been with me since I was twelve…
The Things I Thought Were Just Me
I thought it was just me, this leg that never learnt to rest, the fingers scratching at my skin while saying I’m not even stressed. The quotes I say on constant loop, the same…