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 I write words 

Otherwise, they'll destroy me from the inside out.


That's how I know I was made to be a writer,

the words press against my insides,

demanding to be felt and determined to be set free.


Once the sentence has been strung,

the sentiment laced in between words,

they burn into my skin - ready to be eternalised.


To write is to tear parts of myself 

and stitch them into a poem or a story.


Once the words are set free,

they are no longer mine,

they are no longer words of a writer,

but words to a reader.



I write words

Sunday, 17 November 2024


 Won't you have a coffee with me?

Sit across from me and let me learn your soul,

here, unlock my heart and take the key,

I dare you to make me feel whole.


Sip at your coffee and let me gaze into your eyes. 

Welcome to my brain that is a storm;

falling in love with me probably isn't that wise,

Have coffee with me, and let's make this a home.


Coffee with me

Tuesday, 27 August 2024

 The Moon is a lesbian.

How do I know?

She demands my attention,

shining like the boldest in the room.


In my slumber, my body aches for her; 

I awaken and look out for her every night. 

My mind feels settled when I see her.

She is safe, and she is home.

When I am with her, she makes me feel whole.

 Every fibre in my being yearns for her.


She is always there.

I know I’m not her only one. 

There were many souls before mine,

and there’ll be even more after.

All who caught her gaze swore to love her.

Not me; I worship her.


I lay naked in her light,

embracing her energy as her rays touched my skin.

She empowers my soul, making me feel intensely,

electricity surging through my veins.


She is the almighty divine and powerful,

invigorating and delicious.

She takes my breath away

every single time.


The Moon is a lesbian,

And she’ll forever have my heart.




This poem is from my poetry collection, The Moon is a Lesbian. You can order a paperback version or purchase the new extended version on Kindle here. If you have Kindle Unlimited, you can read the collection for free!








The Moon is a Lesbian (Poem)

Tuesday, 18 June 2024

Hello lovelies!

As some of you may know, on my 25th birthday last year, I published my very first poetry collection, The Moon is a Lesbian! It's almost the first anniversary, and I am still shocked at how much support I received and all the love people have given to it. It is a proud moment when people buy your books (some even take pictures with them and cry each time).  

 Publishing the collection was definitely a highlight of 2023. It made some great sales and, at one point, ranked 9 on Amazon's LGBTQ+ Anthologies list, which was just incredible. Since the release, I've been writing my heart out (as always) and have decided that on the year anniversary (23rd March 2024), I will be releasing a Kindle version of The Moon is a Lesbian. However, it will include some new poems!! So far, ten new poems, but more could be added between then and now!

I altered the cover slightly, wanting the Kindle version to look somewhat different from the physical copy. So, here is the cover for the Kindle edition of my poetry collection:


In case you didn't hear about it the first time, the collection is filled with personal poems that cover the topics of love, lesbian life, coming out, mental health, politics, queer panic, and all that is in my heart. I'm excited to share this extended poetry collection with you in the upcoming weeks! 

Keep an eye out, and thank you as always for reading my blog and supporting my words <3 



Kindle Edition

Monday, 11 March 2024

I know my own heart,

even if my brain sometimes doesn't feel like my own.

I feel intensely, even when I wish I wouldn't,

but I know that I know what's best for me.

It isn't always a good thing, but I know the sadness doesn't last forever,

I love how happiness feels, and laughter splurges from my soul.

I also know happiness can be fleeting-

but a bad day doesn't make a bad life.

Happiness Can Be Fleeting

Thursday, 3 August 2023

Pros of being a poet:



Pouring out your heart.


Cons of being a poet:

Pouring out your heart.


A Poet

Sunday, 29 January 2023



 


Today, I healed my inner teen.

I refuse to immortalise her online anymore,

She is no longer the person I wish to be,

Or wish for the world to see.


She deserves to be healed and be in peace.

I’m no longer my sixteen-year-old self,

We’ve loved, lost and grown as a person.

I feel that I am someone she’d be proud to be.


I’ve parted ways with my teen self,

I no longer wish for her naivety or a smaller waist.

But I thank her, I owe her a lot.

I thank her for being passionate and forever hopeful,

I am proud of who she was,

And who she has turned out to be.


Healing my inner teen

Monday, 16 January 2023

 Live for yourself,

don't live up to expectations,


Break your own heart,

don't let anyone shatter your kindness.


don't

Sunday, 27 November 2022

 Always pondering,

wondering what could be.

Day dreaming for better,

sobbing over the never could be.

Never present,

but always full of thoughts.


Sad Girl Hours

Friday, 18 November 2022

 I liked you better before I knew you,

the idea of you was sweeter than the reality.

I prefer the version of you,

that stays inside of my head.

I Liked You Better

Friday, 28 October 2022

 The days are getting darker, quicker,

I yearn to be home the moment the skies begin to dim.

The way leaves crunch beneath my feet,

they used to spark excitement deep within.

The seasons are changing,

I am afraid I am changing too.

Once upon a time, I found joy in little things,

Now, I cannot remember the last time something made me stop and think.

Darker Days

Sunday, 10 October 2021

 Right here, right now

this is my stage.

To share with you all of my rage,

rage fucking rage.


My rage is because my body is a topic,

it almost feels like it doesn't belong to me.

Everyone seems to have an opinion,

too fat, not pretty, she must be lazy.

Fuck you, that's not the real me,

but you see what you want to see.

I live for me, and only me.


My rage is for my period,

for wanting it to stop.

I don't want children,

but I am told what if?

I shouldn't need a reason, 

I shouldn't need an excuse.

Don't project your ideals onto me,

for my life is happily childfree.


My rage is for men's opinions on abortions,

you don't have a vagina, you don't get to talk here.

"But a bloke should have a say?"

Why should a woman give birth if she doesn't want to,

spill your sperm somewhere else,

a child shouldn't be left to be a woman's burden.

Just say you hate women and move along.


I rage because as a lesbian I am not taking seriously,

apparently, I just need a bit of dick inside of me,

I'm not sorry sir, I'm not attracted to tools,

even if I wanted dick it wouldn't be from a fool.

Leave me be, I am a woman loving woman.


I rage from the top of my lungs,

knowing it will never be enough.

Our struggles, our bodies always the topic,

fuck that, now drop it.


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This is my response to WritingMyPrompt August's prompt.

Rage On A Page

Tuesday, 31 August 2021

 I never thought I'd learn to love again,

the shattered pieces I look at in disbelief.

I don't feel that familiar cold dread in my chest,

no voices talking me out of this.


I found you,

I am relearning all that I know.

My heart beats faster than it ever did,

this love is different from before.


This love feels gentle,

no games: just our hearts,

I know this is only the start

but loving you isn't hard.


 You make me feel whole,

I know this may not be forever,

I have never felt like that before,

but I like us being together.

Thought of you

Wednesday, 5 May 2021

 The writer,

the writer in me is ready,

ready to spring free,

free our words,

words to the world,

the world better be ready,

ready to connect with our mind,

mind your business,

business being my heart, 

heart is what we will give,

give our heart and soul,

soul on a platter,

platter, eat my words and weep.


eat my words

Thursday, 4 February 2021

It's been a hot minute since my last post, I haven't been writing as much as I'd like to. I am aiming for weekly posts again!

Artificial

Wednesday, 25 September 2019

If you wish to see more of my poetry, I do post some over on my Instagram page: @WritingMyHeart

03.05.2019

Sunday, 23 June 2019

Thank you for reading!

Who?

Friday, 14 June 2019

I use all my own images, I’m so lucky to live in a pretty seaside town like Brighton!

Rainbow

I have been inspired to start writing poetry daily. Quite a few writers I know have been taking part in #Escapril on Instagram and have inspired me to take part in #WriteWhatYouMay. If you don’t know what this is, it’s basically daily poetry prompts. You get a prompt each day, and you basically write a poem inspired by said prompt. This is a very Instagram based thing, which I find cool because you don’t see much poetry on mainstream media and I’m glad to see this change. 
Today’s prompt was ‘Body Positive Club’ and I wrote a short poem, will post below, over on my Instagram story (go follow my account to see all my daily poems @writingmyheart) I will be attempting to post every day. I thought I’d come and share this over on my blog, only I won’t be posting every day over here just maybe the best poem of the week or maybe every day. I am unsure! 



Write As I May

Wednesday, 1 May 2019

This piece was created a about a week or so ago, during the Creative Writing society at university, made up of several different tweets that we were given. We were asked to create a poem inspired by/using the tweets. I came up with this piece, every word is taken from the tweets!

The kindest words I’ll ever know are:
Bullshit. 
I don’t follow- 
God’s rules. 
Lying as a society,  
We are all just looking for our:
Addictive Substance.
Everything I write makes me cry, 
On my knees, being annoying. 
Watch as I dive in the deep end.
Man, I love u. 
Man, Antichrist, creature. 
Runaway, I’m... so tired. 

Tweet Poem

Sunday, 24 March 2019