Right? (Audio Poem)

The thing about poetry is you can write something so personal to you, but if you have a way with words it can be related with so many other people, which is mostly what I love about poetry, and what this poem is right here. Take a listen and tell me what you think. Link…

Modern Day Slaves (Audio Poem)

This is one of my most positively received poems on this page, and it’s was one of my first few, so it really gave me a boost at the time, so thank you to everyone who liked it πŸ™πŸ½. I’ve been a bit ghost lately, so I have a hat-trick of audio’s for you guys…

Who is He? (Audio Poetry)

The second installment in this mini series. I hope you guys are enjoying so far 😊. Who is He? (Link to original post)

Bloom (Audio Poetry)

Audio this, audio that. I’m just creating new ways to get my content out differently. This is the first poem I wrote on this page, but hopefully, you would still enjoy it like it was something fresh 😊. Bloom (Link to original post)  

“D” Poem

Dark destiny drowning dudes Detaining damsels, dark distress. Dad did dumb deeds, don’t do dumb deeds Doing damage deepens damsels doubts Drags damsels deeper distressing. Damning dudes defining doubts Deeming dudes demons, Dreadful. Don’t display dickish deeds Don’t downplay dickish demeanours Don’t discern dipshit dudes Don’t destroy decent darlings.  

Demons & Angels

Dying to live, But living so dead Fighting an outside battle, But it’s a full blown war in the head There’s comfort in the thought that the demons will send them home to the angels At least then they can truly be laid to rest.

“C” Poem

Cars cramming cars, created crashes controlling commuters Cancellations come caving, catastrophe commences Cold calls coding, coordinating cruising commute Can’t cry, can’t cry, combustion cracking control crazy cats can’t contain civilians, choose control Cashing cheques, counting coins, catching cream can’t change Cool, calm, collected crazy commuters can’t come corrected. I’m starting to see that the further…


Our relationship is like a fire, slowly burning out Never lasts till the morning, our fire is burning out I guess with the sun rise we can see clearly now You become an old flame as the warmth you provided in the night turns cold as the early hours of winter time But what sparked…

“B” Poem

Big booty babes battling bad barbies Bad barbies battling big bachelors battles born by betrayal, but bred by bedrooms boredom breeds betrayal, but barley births babies bathing bodies burning baddest boys, bubbling bright bubbles, baking beautiful beginnings Birds being born, beings back busy, bridging back bridges Burying bad bodies, back being beautiful Bad breeds bad,…