Sometimes we have to remind ourselves that dark nights and tiredness, demotivation and loneliness are not infinite. We have been told it a thousand times, we read it in magazines, in inspirational quotes, and it sinks in for a brief moment before we forget it all over again. We wake up, struggle, find ourselves heavier … Continue reading Learning How to Get Up After The Fall Again
The reason creativity and the arts are so important is that they lay the foundations for a personal support network and a fundamentally beautiful way of perceiving the world. Last night I wrote a poem (pictured below) about the reason I write, and the fact without doing so, I would struggle to emotionally survive as … Continue reading Seeking To Understand; Creating To Survive.
The top, I stand, Breath heavy, Legs weakened, Hands chaffed, But I do not wait, For the sores to pass, This peak has me numb, As I witness the way The clouds meet The sun meet The horizon. The way in which one breath, From my cracked lips soars across, Inspecting the land, Leaving … Continue reading ‘At These Heights’ | A Spoken Word Poem
Okay so I feel like I say this a million and one times but I'm SORRY that I've been quiet on this blog, and if I'm honest this post is also going to be quite small! I promise I'm going to start uploading a lot more onto here, but hopefully some of you will already … Continue reading Have You Seen My Poetry?…
There was a reason I called this blog Public Whispers, and will be the reason I name my collection, if I ever do one, that same name. This is it: '99, 4 Years old, a little boy With tight curls on his head Moved town. A boy taught to act in silence Or to act … Continue reading The Story Behind The Name (In the form of a Poem)
Okay so first of all, yes, I know, I've already missed the Tuesday/Thursday timing of this weeks blogs but for good reason... sort of. Things got a bit stressful this week and my brain got a bit fuzzled so before I knew it Tuesday was over, then before I knew it again Thursday was over. So … Continue reading Poetry: The Visceral Effect and Why It Should Never Die
There is a reason we are here, although it all seems arbitrary some days, we all have a purpose, we all have a dream, and we are all capable of reaching it. Like a filmic epiphany I have finally reached a point where I am, without a doubt, certain that the only career I can … Continue reading ‘DESTINED’ | New Poem + Explanation