Flying On Clipped Wings

(cw: suicide) This is a poem I wrote based on what kind of note I'd leave behind should it come to that. When I go, take a picture of what's left, make my body the next Dawn Of The Black Hearts, Donate my books to the SVDP, delete my browser history Let my friends know I'm at peace Let my enemies know I watch them sleep Play The Logical Song at my funeral Cause it was the only thing til now that made me happy Hurling season is over, I never had the hand eye co-ordination for it, but I admired their skill all the same

Here's some of the haïkus I never got around to compiling and uploading to my blog. Honestly, once I started writing longform poetry I kinda forgot all about the haïkus, but here we go pals. Swiping Through Tinder In The Counsellor's Waiting Room This is about going on the hellapp and not doing anything, no matter how cute or interesting the faces you see might seem Flurry of green hearts Some tepid validation First text stays unsent Writer's Block Is Really Just Impostor Syndrome Come Home To Roost Basically just about how the fear of your previous artistic successes being flukes becomes an actual reality when the words won't come out, title saying it all really. They're screaming at me Every blank word document Mediocrity Banksy Lowkey Had A Point Lads Again the title sums it up really, just a wee rumination on how we kinda get fixated on empty gestures of validations for various things on our various social media platfo...

Hey friends, long time no upload. Figured I'd start putting more of my poems back up on this while I wait to eventually think of other content to upload. This poem is about stagnation like many of my others, but with a lot more in the way of specific detail, the title being stolen from a book I found working in the basement of a local charity shop Worms Can't Fly anchored in Athlone, might as well be open sea anchored by aspiration or apathy? either way I'm chainsmoking my way through the same gaps Johnny Hobo did except my lullaby's not whisky just the cheap, dirty cans brought home from the same repeating setpieces of shitty sessions Alcoholism funded by the department of social protection Offset by ten hours charity work, my altruism or an answer to how I spend my days? Just another unanswered question, like "what are you going to do after graduation" or "what makes you happy?“ Perhaps escape is possible, Or some measure of catharsis at le...

Here’s a collection of haikus I’ve put up on my Instagram and on Twitter in the last few months, but never sat down to compile into a post like this. If there’s an theme that unifies this set, it would be that of inertia, stagnation, boredom, being trapped in your own misery, only able to dig that hole deeper. A Patch Of Nettles On The Other Side This is about false expectations, wishing a simple change of circumstances would fix things when in fact it really doesn’t. Like thinking things will get better over the summer when in fact there’s just a new set of challenges to deal with. There’s a reworking of the grass is greener on the other side is cliché which I thought was clever at the time but may not be in hindsight. Freedom’s illusion, An unspecified elsewhere, Misleading greenness. Days Wasted Not Even Getting Wasted The summer can be a great action filled time for many, but it can also drag like a motherfucker. Your days last too long, an exercise in smokin...

Here’s some poems I wrote since last publishing a set of these on this wee blog, they’re a bit heavier going this time so CW for self-harm and depression, the self-harm one is at the very end so you don’t accidentally see it while reading that content warning for it. I'd gone for quite a while without writing any poems at all, but a particularly  bad autumn and winter of 2016 helped spark some creative impulse, or else I just needed to create something in order to understand the negativity inside me and possibly work up from there. Shot By Both Sides This is something I wrote about my experiences of being a non-binary  person in a world where things are gendered to a degree which seems pretty ridiculous, while I’ve been able to come to terms with it and feel a lot better than I did when the questions were going through my head, there’s still that overriding feeling of not fitting in, falling into some sort of empty space. A binary cage, torn apart by divergenc...

Been writing a bit more since my last update of poems, which is me sort of keeping to that New Year’s resolution I made. The context of these usually gets a few laughs when I read them out so I’ll stick that in sure. This is all fresh and funky content from 2015/16, have a read, stick it on your Instagram to look cool n deep, show your friends etc. etc. Smoking Area Serenity In places that can be as anxiety inducing as clubs and pubs, there’s a small centre of peace that can be found in the smoking area. The generosity of strangers comes to the fore when one is in need of a light, a skin or a filter. Intimate connections and some of the best conversations you could have can all be found over this shared ritual of sparking up a cigarette. Shared flame and small talk, Disconnection from my woes, Finally at ease. The Melancholy Nature of Green Dots There’s a peculiar sort of option paralysis that comes from an “active on messenger” that ...

Here's a few things I've written, from spring 2014 to winter 2015, mostly grim, all haikus, titles of varying levels of annoying stupidity. Have a look, feedback is welcome. Home Movies When father directs, Failure, high definition, Success, VHS Dead Opera Singer Apathy Central, Intellectual sweatshop, Phone slowly dying A Game of Thrones or a game of Kings? Single serving friends, Band-aid for isolation, Thirteen bad choices Obligatory White Poet Poem Mentioning Cigarettes To keep from drowning, Replace the water with smoke, Live now, die later. “Fine, Ok, Alri, Great” You the architect, Me the simple bricklayer, Walls between us rise Lying In Bed Listening To Elliott Smith Or Joy Division Past, momentary, Tomorrow lies years away, The next hour, further. My Consultant, Captain Morgan Answering questions, With just a “why the fuck not”, The great enabler. ...