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All Roads Lead to Seven Sisters

1. I am standing on an upturned bin looking through the little barred window into the room that I was … More

city, CNF, London, memoir, memory, poem, poems, poetry, self portrait, triptych, writing, youth

City Triptych

1. Thursday night in the city / 10pm-ish I think / I’m busy / doing nothing / watching / the … More

books, city, depression, drunk, LDN, London, mental health, mental illness, monologue, observation, poem, poetry, suicidal, suicide, writing

Somebody

Stumbling out of the pub last night we heard the helicopter before we saw it. “Air ambulance,” he said. “Trouble … More

anger, city, crime, crisis, death, humanity, justice, knife crime, life, London, murder, poetry, politics, prison, prosetry, rant, society, writing

2504

A poem for the 25th day of NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo based on the prompt to write a poem “specific to a season.” … More

chaos, city, danger, GloPoWriMo, life, London, NaPoWriMo, poem, poetry, prompt, psychosis, summer, teenagers, writing, youth

​Friends in Low Places

A stranger came up to me one night on the South Bank to tell me that she always sleeps with … More

city, crazy, death, humanity, life, London, madness, memories, murder, notebook, strangers, suicide, summer, writing

Remember, Remember

Fireworks over Ally Pally A child cries, afraid of the noise We flock to these annual events Paying £8 for … More

city, death, destruction, free writing, Hijacked Amygdala, life, London, poem, poetry, violence, war, writing

Houseboat

Lazing riverside Summer’s night Splintered tables Sticky thighs Discarded suit jackets Loosened ties Abandoned shoes Delirious eyes Plastic jugs of … More

alcohol, city, heatwave, Hijacked Amygdala, London, love, nostalgia, poem, poetry, relationships, rhyme, summer, writing

Scream Queen

In London no one can hear you scream. You can scream all you like, princess. Scream up Fleet Street, scream … More

city, help, Hijacked Amygdala, life, London, poem, prosetry, writing

The Usual

​”How’s your day going my darling, been up to anything fun?” My day was alright I guess: overslept, accidentally dropped … More

city, depression, diary, grief, journal, life, London, mental health, strangers, Sylvia Plath, writing

Away

I need to get out of here. I need to leave. I can’t be here, in this town, with these … More

bipolar, borderline, BPD, city, depression, diary, dreams, exhaustion, London, mental health, mental illness, nature, reading, recovery, travel, walking, writing

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