No, I’m Gay (A slam poem)

Hi, my name is Lu- Wait, it's not like you care. You've already made assumptions based on my hair, Both the length on my head and what's down there. For my sex life, my body image is clearly your business, broadcasted news. If you can convince me it's a phase, for it's God's message (well… Continue reading No, I’m Gay (A slam poem)

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The Scream

A screech, a yelp, a cry-for-help, the sex-less Orient weeps. The wind’s cries wound the clouds in a child-like scribble. Broken colour erodes the sky in a volcanic mess. The red smoke fuelling the creature’s trauma; terror-stricken, a product of time’s inevitable toll.   Or perhaps it’s euphoric, ecstatic, a wail of joy, an outcast… Continue reading The Scream

A Hypothetical Job

Once again the paper is jammed tightly strung like my tolerance in the lift, immersed in a duvet of strangers, a huddle of workers, where all we have in common is our morning Starbucks run.   We don't take the stairs, we have a reputation to uphold for why do things ourselves when the computer… Continue reading A Hypothetical Job