My demise.

This statement I  claim as my own.

I am that walking catastrophe.


I saunter


in a state of atrophy.

Hear the  cackles  full of apathy.


I write no more for pleasure

I write  more for  no pleasure.


I’m wasted to academic response.

The demise of a writer in  brogues set  onto the scribes chopping board

They who live in annus miribilis  mocking bird world.

Woken by the chirp about Motivation Monday.


Todays news

The latest politician to fall into a blunder.

Cordoned off by the first sizzle of thunder.


I dissociate  from a time I could




words from my heart and mind



They over spilled

Foam  froth

Displayed into  an array of shapely snowflakes

like a Costa ‘s  coffee hallmark.


Glug down on the dawn of the  frosty festival of the dead


in a town close to the  Pennines-

A place I see as lost to me.


Improve to be a better person,

This is my woe.

I am ungirthed

upon a  spit  fire roasting.

A  moaning myrtle.



vacant & blocked up with  yesterdays cum

By  Yadda Yoda .


A geek to my own fatal flaw.

I am a whore — seeking out the currency of words.

If I could scream out his name,

Would he bathe me in white milk and entice me to indulge in my  favorite parlor  game?


This is a back drop.

A mood scape.

I’m an  archetype of  a blind fate.


If my story could end,

Would I be saved by a lamp to fulfill my true destiny?


Garnish my blistered thoughts in scabs of  Hope

That I may find clarity

in my infinite  notion  of self worthlessness ?


Disparaged by hypo-manic thoughts-

Goaded in to  a contemplative state

sat on the floor

Coloring in books


MindFullyb Clothed.

I’m hiding from myself.

Write to recover  or die trying to be another

A better self

One more at peace away from this tumultuous existence

These are my words.




at·ro·phy | \ˈa-trə-fē \
plural atrophies

Definition of atrophy 

1: decrease in size or wasting away of a body part or tissue atrophy of musclesalso : arrested development or loss of a part or organ incidental to the normal development or life of an animal or plant

2: a wasting away or progressive decline It was not a solitude of atrophy, of negation, but of perpetual flowering.— Willa Catheran atrophy of imagination. 


*Writers block. I’ve restarted my final year of my Masters in Creative writing, I’m struggling to find my voice.



Posted on 2018-10-22, in Experimental Writing updates, Poetry updates and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. Hugs. Delightful, if poignant imagery. Such a feast of allusions. 💞💞😘

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  2. This was such a beautiful piece! I simply love that tone you’ve managed to bring about here: chilling but with an odd note of hope that somehow fits right in. The line, “I write no more for pleasure, I write more for no pleasure” was a stroke of pure genius. Brilliant. ❤

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    • GOATS2BDazee

      Hi Nathalie,

      Thank you so much for taking the time to read my borderline poetry piece. lo. I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Hope you have a great week.

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