My grandmother always told me such conflictions,

Such perfect hypocrisy dripped from the corners of her mouth,

As if she was salivating at her hand made narrative

that kept everyone in their square,

Like pieces on a chess board.

It was the only control she had every had,

To perpetuate the poison or die,

Truthfully she was not the giant we all believed,

Not the Matriarch of a dynasty

She was a ch...

Down through the snickets and moss covered walls,

bad Santa hungover stubs his toe and he falls,

He curses and damns the terraced old gate,

Though he gives not a fig if his presents are late,

For you see this old codger woke up in a mood

No cookies were left with his milk or some food

He does splits over ice and asks what’s the crack

Why should he risk all the nuts in his sack

For some snot cover...

Find me down the garden path,

Where shadows twist and roses cry,

Where sunlight meets the aftermath

Of whispered thoughts that drift and die.

A labyrinth of tangled mind,

Where thorns and blooms together grow,

And fragile hearts are intertwined

With fears that only silence knows.

In this realm, the sky is gray,

A tapestry of endless doubt,

Where dreams like ghostly specters play,

And echoes of t...

What would you do with your freedom if it was given to you?

Would you talk long walks without looking at your watch?

Would you let your toes sink into the wet sand on the beach without reaching for your phone. Would take a photograph of freedom or happiness or joy to post online so that everyone could take notes and compare.

Do we want the freedom to spend, the freedom to buy the freedom to trav...

Riley Morgan always believed he was destined for greatness. As a child, Riley would stand on a makeshift podium in the backyard, delivering impassioned speeches to an audience of stuffed animals and the suburban fox population. Becoming the prime minister wasn't just a dream; it was a calling. However, in this world, childhood dreams are temporary pursuits that must be attempted and set aside befo...

In the quiet realm where thoughts arise,

No chains can bind, no walls comprise.

The mind, a bird with wings unfurled,

Explores the depths of its own world.

Beyond the reach of rulers' might,

It finds its peace in endless flight.

No edict, law, or decree signed,

Can cage the freedom of the mind....

Alice’s room was a sanctuary of nature and calm. The walls were painted a soft sage green, evoking a sense of tranquility. One wall was adorned with a large, intricate mural of a lush forest scene, painted by Alice herself, reflecting her artistic side and her deep connection to nature.

Large windows dominated one side of the room, flooding the space with natural light and overlooked a small, ver...

Under the amber glow of the setting sun, Sarah and Jake stood at the edge of the old railway platform, the echoes of their laughter still hanging in the air. The station, once bustling with the rhythm of countless journeys, now seemed a solemn witness to their farewell. They had shared a lifetime of memories, from childhood escapades to late-night talks under the stars, dreaming of futures yet to ...

In the heart of the city, where the future gleams bright,

Neon lights flicker, painting shadows of night.

Skies filled with cars in a luminous flight,

A symphony of engines, a dazzling sight.

Streaks of red and blue, they dance in the sky,

Like modern-day fireflies, they shimmer and fly.

Above towering spires of steel and glass,

Where dreams of tomorrow and present moments clash.

Yet amidst this...

‘We are made immortal through our children’ sounds deep and profound until you realise you don’t get to choose which parts of you are immortalised.

- The parent of a procrastinator, a hoarder and a smart mouth....