Another World

I know


I need to let go of this world

I have spent almost 3 years

Of my life

Inside of

But I am afraid

As it is as much

A part of me

As the blood in my veins

And the flesh on my bones

And I am scared

Of the unknown

That awaits me

For this was once my only dream

And I used to believe

Dreams did not expire

But as the clock ticks

And time quickens

I realise

I was a fool

So now I must decide

Whether to move on

From this small

Yet significant

Of my life

Or to let go


Of this world

Of myself

Of everything

And avoid moving on

Ever again.


Red Flag.

I swam among a sea of red
But I was blind to the danger
And hope kept me floating
Towards an island
I’d never reach.
I was diminished by your ocean
But foolishly I swam
Hoping I would find you
But you were so high above me
In my mind
Looking the other way
And couldn’t see me trying
Or did not want to.
So eventually I sank
The red pulling me down
Barely able to breathe
Suffocated by your shadow
And deceived by my own delusion.



Stephen Effin’ King

The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them – words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear.