Morning: A Poem

Hi there! I hope you enjoy this little poem that I wrote this evening. The steam that rises carelessly from my warm mug of tea Mixes with the haziness of the early morning light; A golden glow lights the edges of the curtains and sparks patterns Across the bedroom walls; My toes, cold, stretch out … More Morning: A Poem

The False Philosophy Of Strobe Lights: A Poem

Hi there! Hope you enjoy this evening’s poem despite the pretentious title… Please leave any feedback you might have in the comments below, thanks! Corkscrew spirals, Splintering out from this Swirling mass, swaying, Blinding, Frantically flashing, fizzing In a vortex climbing ever outwards Drawing your gaze inwards to What? Eternity? Enlightenment? The end of all … More The False Philosophy Of Strobe Lights: A Poem