Gaza is Burning

Gaza is Burning

Yet the ones who have

the most power

to stop it,

Have turned a blind eye.

Turned a blind eye

loaded with weapons

of mass destruction.

They don’t care about

the buildings,

homes and families

ripped apart.

They don’t care about

the bags of body’s

piling up.

They don’t care who they were,

who they loved

or were loved by.

They don’t care how old

or how young.

They don’t care about anyone.

They don’t care about

the culture lost.

They only care about

Profits.

No matter the cost.

Money. Money. Money.

Is all they care for.

Crud&Claw

Oh sorry, I just fell

down the back of the sofa.

Got lost in all the crud

& shit I

forgot I got lost down there.

I thought I was

just a ball of cathair

& crud

for a while there.

The cathair I minded

not so much.

But the crud would

weigh me down.

Block me out.

Untethered &

in despair.

I thought I was going nowhere.

Then a

cat claw came down

& spiked

me in the

eye.

I thought I was

ready to

die.

Until,

Pulled up

from the crud

by the

claw

piercing my eye

I saw the

horizon

start to rise.

The sun breaking the clouds

I remembered

my wings.

I remembered

my soul.

I remembered how to breathe

and sing.

A Lesson On Substance Abuse Monologue

This is a monologue that I wrote and performed for a piece of community based theatre I was part of in 2023. The performance was centred around the theme of addiction.

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Welcome to this week’s class of Social Education, today we’ll be looking at Substance Abuse…

Now I know you may think that substance abuse is some glamorous party with a tragic poetic fall. A party that goes on and on and on. One that even as all of your friends fall away, you still find joyful, manic glee in. A safe solace away from it all. No harm ever to come your way…?

I hate to break the spell of Tumblr esq dreams but in reality it’s a slow decay, in which you watch all of your hopes and dreams slip away.

It might start with you doing it alone or with friends but in the end it doesn’t matter, you’re hooked on the feeling. And the feeling helps you “cope”.

You might like how it makes you feel more confident and open, in the moment might I add, or how it helps you dissociate and forget.

But in the end it all leads to the same place.

A place of disarray and self-decay. A place where you stop caring about what you look like, whether you smell or not, where you cut everyone and everything off.

A place where it’s just you and the drug of your choice.

All alone.

Let that sink in.