Fuckity hi! This poem is about my lovely mother. I wish I could’ve waited until to May to post it but I didn’t do anything all of April! And April is almost over so we’re more than close enough. This poem is dark and very self explanatory, not a super recent write but the feelings in it are still accurate. I hope you enjoy it!
I went to see this movie with a good friend of mine, Tom, a while back. He recently turned 18 and we got really very plastered to commemorate the occasion. So plastered in fact that funny and sad events occurred later in the night, surmounting to quite a weird morning. I would rather not elaborate more than that, so without further ado…. Continue reading “American Sniper (2015)”
I’m not sure many of you know of the superb Channel 5 documentary series, Born to Kill, which aims to psychologically profile various infamous serial killers from North America and Great Britain, but I think it would be fair to say that I am somewhat obsessed with it. The series is brilliantly made, simply every facet of it is pitch perfect; the music, the interviewees, the analysis, the explanation of the facts, all of it is just brilliant, I cannot gush about it enough. It also helps that I find the subject matter interesting, I can’t help but admit to a grim and macabre fascination with the psychology of people that commit such horrific acts as serial murder and I think that many of you, should you think about it, will agree with me. However, this post is not a typical review, but an attack on Channel 5 and Two Four Television Productions.
Let me tell you a story, because I want to become a fiction writer at some point and I’m quite pissed, and so, wish to tell you all about my infuriated state. Plus, I never get a chance to rant any more, so this will be a nice thing for me to do.
Fuckity hi! Not a poem, I feel like Jim Carrey playing a serious role! I suppose this is a review on people’s ignorance( A certain literature class I wouldn’t suggest to anyone ever…) With respect to sexual abuse and victim blame. More a rant, but they’re the same thing right? Totally! So let’s begin!
Long title, and horrible, i know,but i couldn’t think of a way to shorten it. Basically, if you haven’t been watching the UK news today, or the PM’s question time yesterday, on UK T.V…. A suggestion was considered by Lord Freud, and i quote him: “….There is a group and i know exactly who you mean, were actually as you say they’re not worth the full wage….” Continue reading “That Other Guys reaction to: the suggestion put forward to reduce the pay for disabled workers in the Uk”
”No mum, he isn’t my boyfriend. I promise, let it go.”
Sometimes people say things that in the moment seem small and innocent, a subtle comment, a remark or perhaps a simple question. It seems innocent, curious and you answer the question like you would answer any other. And then all of a sudden it is two at night and you are lying in the darkness with compressed silence echoing in your ears. Nothing is left to distract you, to block all of these thoughts you have been suppressing. You are left all alone with your own mind and that is when it hits you. As if from nowhere, you feel a fist hit your stomach and steal your breath away as you convulsively embrace yourself. When you turn the light on you find a dark and painful bruise cover your body. One sleepless night later you are sitting on the bus on your way to another weekday with your head in the cloud as another fist comes flying and the bruise on your belly only grows. After that they come again and again. During class, in a meeting, at the store, during lunch, dinner, breakfast, day, evening and night. Finally the dark mark on your stomach, layered with fist after fist, turns into a black hole. It eats up all of your time, all your energy and all your will.