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Tag: drunk

Can’t/Won’t Write

Well he asked me what I was passionate about and I said writing, I’m a writer, and he asked me … More

drunk, prose poem, prose poetry, prosetry, secrets, sex, short story, strangers, writing

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

Cereal for Dinner

Sometimes, when consciousness was simply too painful for our sensitive souls, we would consume enough vodka, valium and zopiclone to … More

drunk, friendship, life, love, mental health, mental illness, overdose, poem, poetry, prose poem, prosetry, relationships, writing

Another Time at Camden Lock

It’s a strange feeling, this, to be left alone in the middle of a crowd, to be abandoned by people … More

Camden Town, depression, drunk, lies, London, love, poem, poetry, relationships, suicidal, writer, writing

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Drunk and tired and thinking about a conversation I had recently with M (https://artandinsolence.com) so here we have it, a … More

blah, drunk, free verse, free writing, lit mags, NaPoWriMo, poetry, poetry community, rhyme, writing

Pretty Ugly (Sorry, Baby)

Most days I do not paint it. It remains a blank canvas, hollow eyes upon cotton white, pale lips that … More

beauty, death, depression, drunk, Hijacked Amygdala, love, memory, mental illness, poem, poetry, relationships, sad, suicide, writing

“No Need For Introductions… (2)

I’ve read about girls like you on the backs of toilet doors.” another collection of things that have been written … More

art, Camden Town, clubs, drunk, feminism, girls, life, London, nightlife, photos, poetry, pub life, pubs, weekend, women

“No Need For Introductions…

I’ve read about girls like you on the backs of toilet doors.” a small collection of things I’ve read this … More

alcohol, art, drugs, drunk, girls, graffiti, life, London, north London, notes, pub life, pubs, women, writing

030119

​Recently, several ~older people~ have informed me that I am responsible for the revolution. They keep saying things like, “It’s … More

bollocks, community, drunk, elitism, generations, journal, life, notebook, politics, revolution, society, writing

301218

​I disagree when you describe my associates as “unsavoury characters” because surely if something is un-savoury then it, by definition, … More

drunk, friends, friendship, journal, language, life, notebook, poem, poetry, pub life, words, writing, wronguns

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