scríbhneoireacht

been a while- just started my poetry class for my MA ! this prompt was about how i see/experience poetry. 

watched criminal minds tonight and they described a victim with 'limited social skills' which sounds familiar lols. also i feel like that pelican in public.

stuck in a rutt with my writing, ( and a little bit in general !) hoping this quick piece gets me out of that so i can begin to write peacefully again. (also that cat is me)

a moment in the midst of messiness, i said it back. 

wrote this down this morning. trying to find joy in things that aren't picture perfect, like my sudoku lols. 

two horses in a field. a tall and short coffee. a pair of ducks bobbing in the stream.“It’s us, that’s you and me!”, we say. And then we both smile.

beginning to worry about making friends in my masters. what's another weekend spent at home with my parents and doing sudokus? 

i am made up of everybody i have ever loved, lost and cherished. life moves on slowly, but it moves nonetheless.

had to stop reading my book because i was jealous of the sedated woman. wishlist: lobotomy

lá na nAithreacha; a piece i wrote for father's day last year.

a quiet reflection on anxiety, beauty, and the weight we carry even in the most peaceful places.

always hard to write about this. i normally don't, but today i did.