Click here to read about the Agora-Poetry series! Hello everyone! I’m sorry for disappearing on you all of a sudden. I came down a bad case of food poisoning on Wednesday, and my energy levels were essentially zapped for the rest of the week. If you’d like to keep up to date with everything happeningContinue reading “Agora-poetry: day #8”
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Anxiety Retold: A Haiku, Part #2
now, you are a friend,old anxiety, present,breathing out, lightly.
Agora-poetry: day #7
Click here to read about the Agora-Poetry series! At the beginning of this challenge, I had a very Romantic image of what my day-to-day would look like. Perched on a bench at my local park, legs crossed ever so slightly to indicate I am in fact a ~writer~ as I scribble away in my notebook,Continue reading “Agora-poetry: day #7”
On Rest
let me tell you the secrets of my day, the whispers of warmthwho greeted me in the morning,who returned only when the nighthad swallowed the sun. in the spacesleftbetween them, my day lay, and stretched hercat-like selfacross every hour, minute, and second,grazing on the clock-handsI fed her. quietly,when no-one waslistening, I stole them, to endContinue reading “On Rest”
Agora-poetry: day #6
Click here to read about the Agora-Poetry series! Journalling – recommended by almost everyone and their mothers, and their mother’s therapist, and my therapist to me. Up until the beginning of August, I had kept a diary on my phone. I didn’t write in it everyday, but it was an extremely useful place for meContinue reading “Agora-poetry: day #6”
A new Friend
the breeze was the first child to have been born, the first animals heard her criesheard her shreaks as she used the trees to rattlethe ground to danceher tears so large no river could curb. it is no surprise now,as she has grown old and wise,she uses the trees to rest,the ground to dream, andContinue reading “A new Friend”
Agora-poetry: day #5
Click here to read about the Agora-Poetry series! Petrichor is that earthy smell which appears after it rains, the smell of the ground drying. Humans are apparently extremely sensitive to this fragance, despite its toxicity. The atmosphere in the UK was dominated by that scent for most of August, since the weather was stormy andContinue reading “Agora-poetry: day #5”
Petrichor
I imagine tiny rain drops,with tiny faces,all peeling themselves off the floorlifting their heavy, tiny bodies,upupand up to return home.
Agora-poetry: day #4
Click here to read about the Agora-Poetry series! I’m finally back at it! Thank you all for sticking around, I truly appreciate the fact I haven’t lost any followers despite my lack of posting. I had to take a step back from this series to focus on my mental health and get myself back onContinue reading “Agora-poetry: day #4”
The Painter
Photocopied trees circle me,And I feel as though I am being painted,As though a far away brush has brought us all into existence– Then a child runs too carelessly,falls on their face,And the painting is slightly torn.
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