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…
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…
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…
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…
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 Man at the Bottom of a Bottle
I don’t usually write when the JD gets loud, when Mary Jane sits with me and the smoke hangs like a crowd. Most nights it’s just a line, a verse, some thought…
I’m Tired
I took the mask off, then the noise came back, like it had been sat there, waiting to attack. ADHD laughing, boots on my floor, kicking every locked up memory through the…
The Weight We Hide
Behind the jokes and tired smiles, some people hurt for miles and miles. They carry battles every day, while acting like they’re fine, just saying “I’m okay”. The world won’t always see…
Tired Feet
I see you seeing me, the looks you try to hide, my kids, my family, my mates, all stood there at the side. I know you’re worried, I know I look half…
When The House Goes Quiet
I wait till the house is quiet, that’s when I let myself crack. No shouting, no scene, just me with the mask pulled back. On the sofa staring through nothing, while the…