Another short depressing relatable poem with no title.

Pebble shout falls downstairs to land on no-one’s foot. Glossy circumfrance – an unoppened text travelling to a green centre fading with mental health in undisturbed light of an antisocial media screen.
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Prayer for a TeenagerĀ 

I’ve no clothes, two days became a week. You were sitting with me on concrete carpet,  on a market blanket full of dust and fur.  Borrowed headphones on my shoulders, salty air and goosebump silence. The rose must have got trapped in my window last week  – It closed and died. My bed was covered by mouldy leaves.  I lied.…
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What can I do with or without a Creative Writing degree?

This is ultimatley the question I am asking myself right now. I just finished second year of uni and I’m trying to find a placement. Exactly 64 applications later, I feel like maybe I’m looking for a career in all the wrong places. I thought- I’m good at writing and I’m pretty damn good at doing great presentations, working in…
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Relax more- Write Better

This is dedicated to all the students. I want to remind you that you are allowed to relax. As important as all your projects are, especially now, near the end of term, you might be more productive if you set time aside just to wonder. If you haven’t already, start planning ahead. It might seem like a bore that doesn’t…
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The Struggles of Beginner Poet

I started my writing course with an open mindset towards free verse. I end up writing a little everyday now, and some of it has been said to be good. It sounds like steady learning. I’ve been encouraged, even last year, to send my poetry off to magazines. Now, that’s a scary world out there. If you ever even looked…
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