Inside Adventures

once I was seven years old and in need of steel body armour because everything hurt so much, I decided I’d be my mum’s saviour  and once I was fourteen years old angry, and hurting and hiding then I was seventeen years old I resorted to non-stop fighting  myself, my body and my mind I kept the excuses closeand the pain even […]

the sunset reflects  deep pink on the clouds  I’ve got cheap shoes on  and the need to breathe out  there is a kind of magic, to the hills  the air they give and  how all inside me stills  the last colours fade out  but they remain behind my eyes  and when I choke  on life,

adventure awaits in every inhale, the chirping of the birds it waits in sore muscles and dirty feet in freeing smiles and the pain you endure   adventure begins when you relax your shoulders, sit back regard the world with childlike curiosity when it’s the flowers that keep your heart intact   adventure is a

when the days are cold and your scars all show  you take a deep breath  and let it go    look your ghosts in the eye  let them in; don’t let them win  you’re older now, stronger  happier within    be where the halls are old  and the rooms are dark  good days you’ve spent

I think I grew up a little bit punk  always running, believing I could, as long  as I believed I’d not run out of luck throw open my chest just to flood the world  always running to the soundtrack of thunderclouds   fight club, spite club, anger rot between our teeth  faded yellow apathy rolls