Techno on the brain

Techno in his fits

Wayne is fucking hardcore

He don’t give a shit

Technology is vintage

Like his bong hits

You’ll find him on the move

Or eating fish & chips

Either way he’s an artist 

& Wayne don’t give a shit 

The first time in a pretentious coffee bar…

You make the mistake of asking for sugar.

Don’t drink the coffee with sugar

I’ve stood here and worked my ass off for you to put sugar in it … try it first.

You gulp it like there is an imaginary gun against your head

That’s not how you do it 

Slurp it instead of gulp it!

You should have let it cool for 23 minutes 

You’re not allowed to drink it yet!

You observe the yummy mummies with their three and a half grand prams 

and their designer babies.

And shyly inquire about lids 

LIDS trap moisture and makes the coffee SWEAT and cry tears of peasant 

The coffee tastes like shit so you read the house beans description 

Don’t stand too close to the beans

They have a certain energy that gets altered by people like you.

An Aston Martin and a porche pulls up outside. 

These people do not look like coffee experts 

but have clearly got a share in the business. 

Hello charles how are you today. Your usual with sugar and a lid?

You take a step closer to the door

Why are you leaving? I spent 3 hours meditating with these beans and the goat god that blesses the milk before I steam it’s silky liquid .

What milk do you use. Your voice shrinks to a squeak

We only use goat milk that has been squeezed freshly, precisely 632 metres up the mountain.

And trust me the goat warned me of all your instant coffee sins 

before I smelt you come in.

OH PISS OFF… get a life your coffee is shit 

I don’t remember much of my childhood 

The things that were memorable

Aren’t apparently real...

Like when my dad & I 

Saw a fairy in the forest 

& no one believed us

Because I was a child

& he was crazy...

But we knew what we saw...

Before he died I asked him

About the fairy in the forest 

& he told me the story

From start to finish 

Just Like I had remembered it

He sits on the sofa

Sleeps on the sofa

Smokes on the sofa

For days 

Every day is the same

For 40 years

He often calls suicide 

But even suicide 

Doesn’t want to speak to him

Suicide doesn’t pick up the phones

He is a father of two

But that doesn’t change anything

Not to them anyway

They are still kids in his mind

In his memories

But they grew up 

Before his eyes

I think that my worst habit

Is something small

But fairly annoying

It’s not something

You would really notice

Unless we lived together

Kieran hates it...

But

I leave half of my drinks

Coke cans

Tea

Coffee

Lucozade bottles

Things go cold or flat

So I’ll buy or pour

Another one

& the cycle begins again

Here...

Let me turn around

So it’s easier for you to stab me

In the back

Or kick me to the ground

If it makes life easier

I could kill myself

Whatever makes you happy

Whatever’s good for your health

It doesn’t matter how I feel

Does it?

Cake crumbs on a table

Leading to a man

Sugar twirling round

Some filters 

On the floor

They’ve ran

In the Americano

The lemon hits stick 

For the table was made messy

By a 50-year-old kid

Why & when did black cats

& the number 13

Become unlucky?

Who created these superstitions 

& are they even a thing?

Has anyone actually had 7 years

Of bad luck

After breaking a mirror?

Did anyones mothers back break?

After they stepped on a crack

On the pavement?

Walking under a ladder

Or being inside 

& opening an umbrella 

What is going to happen?

I’ve had so much bad luck

& good luck in my life

That I may even tempt fate

An untouchable salad on the table in front of him

He shakes pushes it forwards then shakes again

I wonder how long he has left to live

No blue lips or red cheeks so his liver is okay

But he’s avoiding eating and shaking like it’s minus 12 degrees

He’ll be shaking his way out soon

Hey again gang!

Okay I feel loads better because...

The full list of poems in books: 'Upgrade' & 'Rebirth' are uploaded to my site!

YAYYYYYY!!!

So everything is here. You can give it a little look through or you know... Buy the book?

For now they are just tagged under the title of the book but I will eventually create seperate tags and put them into themes. For example: 'Poems about grief', 'Poems about love', 'Anti-government poems' e.t.c.

I will also be uploading some unreleased and unseen poems!

Yay...

Also side note, I just remembered I left some cakes at work that I wanted to bring home :( grrrr

Anywayyyy,

Speak soon,

Jazmine :)

My therapist & I sat opposite 

Each other today

But...

This week was different

I spoke at 100 mph 

About all the positives 

That had happened in 7 days

My book is done

I’ve learnt about boundaries

Said no to socialising when I’ve been tired

Reconnected with old friends 

& my past who just wanted a chance 

To be herself 

Unbothered

& happy

Now I’m free to be who I want to be

Living life through poetry 

Verbally

Ready for the third book & the fourth

Ready to do things that I want

Without over explaining

Or people pleasing

I’m ready to listen

To my brain & body

Work on my health

& manifest wealth

To be the best version of myself

Because 

This is the beauty of rebirth

Hidden gems in the corners 

Of a village

They wink at the creatives 

And stay hidden from the puppets

The gems become demolished 

Rubble with peeping weeds 

Snaking through the cracks

Blending in with overgrown trees

I refuse to be part of this

Left vs right 

Bullshit 

This

Tory vs Labour

Crap

We either agree or we don’t 

But if we don’t

That’s cool

Cause

I don’t wanna argue with you

Let us instead instigate

A healthy debate 

We can discuss the ins and outs 

Of your religion

& I’ll still be your mate

I’m reading the bible at the moment

& I don’t agree with anything I’ve read yet

I’ve written notes in pencil 

And underlined pieces with captions of 

WTF?!?!?!

But I’m still reading it

So we can discuss Christianity 

And I’ll know what you mean

We won’t fight over disagreements

Just discuss it in depth

See most people get defensive

Out of fear...

Fear of appearing stupid

Or dumb

Or unintelligent 

Before you judge or laugh

Maybe you should just ask

What’s going on

Cause an ear to listen is much nicer than 

Belittling someone

What I’m saying is

We all have it tough

& choose a different way to cope

We get angry & sad 

We can disagree

We get mad

Because we’re human 

But please 

Don’t put humans in a ring

& ask them to fight

Don’t egg them on

Just quietly ask

If they’re alright

A vicious cycle of writing a book

I get so far until my brain

Switches off 

10 poems left 

& I’ve gone all soft 

Why did the brutal & 

Honest words

Get lost?

I want the book done

It’s taken so long

I’ve got future plans 

But that’s all wrong 

Come on brain

Tune into your energy 

Change the channel

Find the best frequency 

I hear a crackle and everything is silent 

Social battery is gone 

The creativity has 

Turned violent

Static sounds

Talking mouths

Pause, play, rewind

programmes to find

Brain washing by the government

Watch, learn, repeat

You have no say in your actions

Everything is a distraction

They see that you are weak

Victim mentality attracts villains

To screw you over

It gives them the okay to 

Come into your life

When you’re trying to heal

They drain your energy 

Drain your wallets

Drain your confidence

Vampires are real

And then you thank them

Because you think that 

They helped make you

But the only thing they made you

Was look like a fucking fool

So fuck you

You fucking fucks

A fool I am no more 

My eyes are more open

Than

My arms ever were

For you

Daffodils in a vase

Half full
Half empty 
Half air

People argue over the amount of water
But these flowers are dead

No amount of 
Half full
Half empty
Will bring these flowers back to life

Instead of talking about 

Living conditions

Open your fucking eyes

Abortion is a difficult word to say 

Because 

No matter what 

We will always be fighting 

Pro-choice versus pro-life 

Who will win 

Who is right 

Tory versus Labour 

And black versus white

I am sick of racism and shit 

Because it’s 2023 and you’re still worried about 

Someone else’s skin colour 

What is wrong with ya

We’re exhausted 

Hearing about complaints left right and centre 

Because you’re not living how they want you to live 

I repeat 

You’re 

Not living how 

They 

Want 

You 

To live 

Gotta pay for water and energy bills 

You want a holiday

Good luck

It’s gonna cost you a hell of a lot 

Don’t forget to ask your boss

For some time off 

Because you’re not free 

You never have been 

Nor will you ever be 

Listen to the authority 

Rules are in place for safety

Be a law abiding citizen 

Don’t question the governments decision 

Fight back and you’ll die in prison 

Leave your job you’ll face eviction 

Never voice your opinion 

Befriend submission 

Take your fluoride prescription

Have your vaccination

Watch television 

Watch television 

Watch 

Television 

Watch 

Out

If you want something mundane...

Keep following their orders 

try to be different

Become your biggest supporter

Look out of a window

Nature may be holding

The right info

Pay attention

To all the times that you struggled

When you felt low

The bigger picture is mostly

Moral Panic

If you’re not clued up

My poetry sounds dramatic 

Please I beg you

Just give living a try 

the changes will be drastic

Stop your brain from being fried

delete the news apps

And remove fake friends

Give freedom a chance

It’s up to you 

To choose 

How your story starts and ends

And then it hit me 

Like a fucking train 

Going so fast that I hardly had a second to breathe 

People pleasing had been my life

Pleasing my family

friends 

boss

I was so caught up in how to act

Who to be

And I lost me 

When the schools taught us to respect authority figures and keep our heads down and shut the fuck up

And I listened because that’s how my grandparents taught me to be… 

Respectful 

But there’s a different between being respectful and 

Being a slave 

Yet no one gets it

When are we all gonna wake up?

Debunk myth with this shit that is gripping the NATION,

As much as I would like to believe, three shots of vodka won’t help this SITUATION.

The sun comes out, we suffer in ISOLATION.

No visitors or guests, no COMMUNICATION.

Nothing seems to be aiding to our FRUSTRATION.

Is this virus a manmade CREATION?

Unemployment and global DEFLATION.

World leaders are evil, they lie through DICTATION.

Why are people more concerned with COVID than STARVATION?

2020 is a victim of award-winning CANCELLATION,

We haven’t been given any confirmation,

When can we finish with a celebration?

Gripping a pen

Till her hands bled

She wants to make a difference

But so many are dead

The question isn't who 

The question is when

But the truth gets silenced

Someone has 'killed themselves' again

Filling the pages

Creating art

The Government are ending her

She's the bullseye

They're the darts