– A Broken Mirror – I stand before this living mirror; I watch it move in thin grey light. The… Read more Prose – A Broken Mirror

– Canvasing – My memory is a living canvas, the moments of my life strung together into skeins, woven into… Read more Prose – Canvasing

– Chiralty – I feel as if this altered version of me has been superimposed upon the better self that… Read more Prose – Chiralty

– Clause of Discovery – The nature of human existence is the solitary journey of our self discovery. But I… Read more Prose – Clause of Discovery

– Cold Truths – I need a sense of solidarity to repair my self identity. I am too afraid of… Read more Prose – Cold Truths

– Connectivity – I walk this empty world to find you; Passing through falling towers, I travel roads of shattered… Read more Prose – Connectivity

– Conversations of a season – I have felt the colder days of winter, hearts buried under deepest snow; It… Read more Prose – Conversations of a season

– Dystopian Reflections – We have entered into a social state of total disconnection. This once great and beloved city… Read more Prose – Dystopian Reflections

– Ego Aphasia – You see yourself as a heartfelt fanatic, with thoughts of your self image always as the… Read more Prose – Ego Aphasia

– Elements Remain – I am salt and carbon. I am too much flesh. Only elements of me remain to… Read more Prose – Elements Remain

– Faceless – When the dust had settled, when the masks were on, for the first time in an era;… Read more Prose – Faceless

– GraveRidden – In the depth of night, I am rising from my bed again, soaked heavy with sweat and… Read more Prose – GraveRidden

– Isolation Syndrome – Hiding myself rarely affords me a sense of positivity; Living a lie of omission is just… Read more Prose – Isolation Syndrome

– Lady in the Looking Glass – A narrow strip of pale white light spills through the crack of the… Read more Prose – Lady in the Looking Glass

– Masquerade – Our vibrant paper faces once used in celebration now protect us from seeing the certainty of our… Read more Prose – Masquerade

– Pathetic – The cries of despair that you run from have not ceased simply because you cannot bear to… Read more Prose – Pathetic

– Prosecution of the Spectators – We watch with sideways eyes, cornered on every street. Prosecute the violations of these… Read more Prose – Prosecution of the Spectators

– Purgatory – Here we are, neither coming nor going. Here we are nothing but the space which we occupy,… Read more Prose – Purgatory

– Sensory Dystonia – Vacillating, contracting, expanding, colliding. I become dynamic fragments, light and sound in contrast. A constant mental… Read more Prose – Sensory Dystonia

– Shattered World – There were so many parts of this worldthat had to be broken;The gaudy covers shielding its… Read more Prose – Shattered World

– Stage Front/Stage Fright – The fourth wall is a shield; As difficult to break as it is to create.… Read more Prose – Stage Front/Stage Fright

– Systemic Disillusion – What once was only a prison has now become a tomb. The defence of my person,… Read more Prose – Systemic Disillusion

– Temperance and Grace – You think that living rough is living easy, welcoming the lack of self respect, harbouring… Read more Prose – Temperance and Grace

– The Unmoving – I have become rooms within rooms, moving ever in toward myself. I have refurbished all of… Read more Prose – The Unmoving

– Thieves Among Friends – 1: Outcast I turn from tainted love; From those I once knew well, those who… Read more Prose – Thieves Among Friends

– ToxiCity – We have developed a sacred sense of self-division. Everything that I once stood to protect has become… Read more Prose – ToxiCity

– Toxic Individualism – Determination can be truly deadly to those who fuel themselves with their own toxicity. We have… Read more Prose – Toxic Individualism