Smells Like Teen Inhibition.

It’s National Poetry Day! To celebrate here is one of my new poems.

Smells Like Teen Inhibition.

I’m getting up earlier and going to bed later

Maybe I don’t even sleep
But I don’t fucking remember
Am I forgetting to eat
Or does everything I taste become so bland that I forget it the moment it’s gone
Do I still clean my body
Do I still brush my teeth
Do I still gaze at the stars
Or am I stuck staring at my feet
My dirty feet
That are stuck in the ground
Or maybe they still get around
I’ve just forgotten
Forgotten what it’s like to get up and be excited
I’m saying hello to people less
And deflecting questions even more
How you been? How’s your mum? What’s for dinner? What’s the score?

I’m in Valhalla, I’m in hell,

I’ve reached Nirvana and it smells like Mordor

I’m Harry Potter without the scar
I’ve got the key to the castle but I live that little bit too far
Away, away…
I know the password but I just cannot say
The words
When my dinner is served I cut it into thirds
One third each for the parts of me I miss
The part of me you used to kiss
Gets one
The part of me once loved
Now gone
And the third part goes to just about anyone
Except you
You get nothing
And no one gets you



A Poem For Tess.

imageOne of my all time favourite poems is W.H. Auden’s ‘Stop All The Clocks’, most famously remembered from John Hannah’s emotional rendition in ‘Four Weddings and a Funeral’.

I struggled to find the right words to write a poem for my dear friend Tess, so I turned to Auden for inspiration and courage. As much as I adore ‘Stop All The Clocks’, for its raw and unapologetic truth and mesmerising imagery, it’s far too sombre for Tess. So, I decided to write my own version of the poem, one that was more suitable for her.

To be honest, Tess’ eyes would glaze over when I started to talk about poetry, I can hear her now in my head calling me a nerd and pretending to fall asleep at the table with a loud fake snore. And that’s just a glimpse into the reasons why I love her so much. Just like the poem, Tess was unapologetically honest, to the core, unashamedly and consistently genuine. And this is for her.


‘A Poem For Tess’


Put your eyeslashes on, the whole world in a smartphone.

On your terms you left usĀ and you did it alone.

Silence the bouncers and with bass and drum.

Debit cards ready, let the Jaegerbombs come.


4am circles, thoughts of bed overhead.

Scribbling in the street with the dreams ‘she isn’t dead’

Acrylic nails and hair extensions,

a proud display she loved.

She looks on with a smile as she laughs from above.


She was my help, my comfort, my girl, my Tess.

My secret keeper, my friend the best.

At morning, at noon and all the night long.

I am changed forever, but forevers not that long.


The stars are brighter now, pick out every one.

Pack up the moon as she becomes the sun.

Drink up the ocean and do all that you could.

For if there was good to be found, find it she would.