Hemoptysis Why did it have to be me? To be born so sickly. Why did it have to be I? Whose #life can change in the blink of an eye. Why couldn't have been somebody else? Much more deserving of all my ill health. Who did I anger and what did I do? To warrant blood suddenly flooding my tubes.

Jupiter: God Of Thunder ##haikuchallenge Theme: Jupiter Also known as Jove, He ruled the Roman Heavens, On Olympus high.

Nightmares Are Keeping Me Awake Lately, I've been so sleepy, Not to mention weepy, Some moments I'm wired, But most, I'm just tired, Cos my dreams are so vivid they're creepy.

Grenfell Tower Note: I wrote this the night after the attack. I was not in anyway affected by the fire personally but it angered me a lot to know that it could have been prevented and this was my way of venting. I mean absolutely no offence. *** London's burning! London's burning! Fetch the engines! Fetch the engines! Fire, fire! Fire, fire! Pour on water! Pour on water! Phones are dialling, Phones are dialling, Call for help! Call for help! "Where's my daughter?!" "Where's my daughter?!" She's still inside. She's still inside. Grenfell's burning! Grenfell's burning! But they don't care. But they don't care. "Help, help!!!" "Help, help!!!" They ignored them, They ignored them. Mother screaming, Mother screaming, "Catch my baby!" "Catch my baby!" Tenth floor! Tenth floor! Now he's falling! Now he's falling! Grenfell's burning! Grenfell's burning! Molten plastic. Molten plastic. Black smoke! Black smoke! And they can't breathe! And they can't breathe! There were neighbours, There were neighbours , Among those helping, Among those helping, Hack, hack! Hack, hack! With the axes, With the axes. London's burning! London's burning! Fetch the engines! Fetch the engines! Fire, fire! Fire, fire! Pour on water! Pour on water!

pretence + bad grammar i am the most minimalistic of millennial minimalist hipster writers, all my #poems are about #depression and my truest love, the guy that let me borrow his lighter, outside a poetry slam his eyes were blue and his soul was grey, like myself, he'd forgotten what it was like to bask in happiness, an independent climate without a single warm day, i wilted at his tortured beauty i asked him his name but he didn't reply, which only added to his mystique, if he kissed me, i am certain i would instantly die, but it's okay because i'd know there's a god