Kirstie Sivapalan
I couldn't sleep. I had insomnia at both ends of the night, one of the features of M.E that I struggle with the most. I finally gave up around 6am and, with my stomach also awake, I decided to get up, go downstairs, make myself a cup of tea and treat myself to some ginger… Continue reading Treasure
I'm on the midnight trainWith Georgia on my mind.There's no longer a doubt, they cast the wicked outRight down the finest of lines. I'm flying over the Arizona sunWhere it is becomimg clearHumanity has won, ego is doneCompassion and hope are near. I'm with the Brothers and Sisters of LoveFilled with dance and songThey just… Continue reading Hope-elect
I'm on the midnight trainWith Georgia on my mind.There's no longer a doubt, they cast the wicked outRight down the finest of lines. I'm flying over the Arizona sunWhere it is becomimg clearHumanity has won, ego is doneCompassion and hope are near. I'm with the Brothers and Sisters of LoveFilled with dance and songThey just… Continue reading Hope-elect
I'll be proud of being British whenBritish people stop being so proud of nationalism, flags, and baying in a crowdabout some ghost of Britannia whoonly ruled the wavesby exploitation, ignorance and creating their wage slaves,who greedy men had convinced all evilcame from overseas,not from profiting from disaster whenthis country was on its knees. I'll be proud of… Continue reading Pride of Britain
I could be content, if, I allowed myself to be. I could not write lists or set life goals, if I was happy, just Sitting under a big old oak tree. * I could watch the blackbird, (or is it a thrush?) as she Waits, fluffed feathers dripping, watching for the worms to hear that… Continue reading The Bird gets the Worm
It has took me a long while to appreciate silence. Our minds become accustomed to a level of noise which we don't realise becomes comforting, sending us signals that life is how we would consider normal. I used to love the distinct whirring and wheezing of the Jubilee line, the trilling of the beeps at… Continue reading The Cloak of Silence
Without realising I seem to have been preparing my second poetry collection. I haven't published my first yet but all the advice I have read or heard about writing encourages us to keep going and keep creating. The theme of my second collection will be Hope, following on from the first, Crisis. This poem, written… Continue reading Our Hopes for You
It hurts to move, to disappoint the ones you love I am with you. There is pain in your eyes, as you leave your friends behind I am with you. There is a lump in your throat, as you watch it fade away I am with you. There is hope in your heart that it will… Continue reading Life as of 31st January 2020 (I am with you)
I wonder if it is born from Death – hope? Decay that falls back into the deepStripped down to whirring electrons, to the echo of life before retaining one thing, and is that thing – hope? not the seed but the thought of the seed,the breath, no the mere idea of the breathof its existence, and… Continue reading Hope’s Spring
I am LibDemToryGreenBrexitUKIPLabour I am LeaveRemain I am NodealNonodealSomedealDontwantadeal I am Leftcentrerighttrascendantnotinterested I am AllandNoneoftheabove I am Rightconfusedcleardeludedcertainwrong I am Factgutemotionintutionheartbrains I am Educatedillinformedcleverstupid I am I am I am Blackwhiteasianmixedethnicchinesehispanic I am Muslimchristianwiccanbuddhisthindujewishshinto I am Malenonbinaryfemalenoneofyourbusiness I am Marrieddivorcedsinglepolygamous I am Biheterohomouninterestedundecided I am Settledrefugeeimmigrantnativenostatus I am Ableddisableddifferentlyabledchronicacute I am Joyfulsadanxiousdepressedhypersuicidal I am Fatherauntiecousinsisterunclemother… Continue reading My Identity Now
Writing and M.E. 