elliot freeman
welcome to my mood board, a space where i share my thoughts and creative projects.
about me
welcome to my mood board, a space where i share my thoughts and creative projects.
about me
welcome to my mood board, a space where i share my thoughts and creative projects.
about me
A year ago You adorned me with kisses And swallowed my voice
Buddha was harping on about craving and aversion thousands of years ago. And yet we still don’t quite get it. We naturally gravitate towards pleasurable experiences and sensations and steer away from discomfort. We like to feel good. It drives our desires, creates addiction, and leads to self-sabotaging. In very subtle ways.
Now, who hasn’t come across this figure if you’ve even touched the world of ‘spirituality’. YouTube algorithm especially loves the man.
read more →I want to write a poem So I stare down at the page Neck taut, slight ache And I wait For it to spill into the pen Blood from the soul of something Blue, even when it meets the air I try again
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Forsythia
After the bell rings Everything seems so petty Washed away by God
What if you allowed yourself? What if you just did it The thing you shouldn’t do Instead of the internal battle
read more →All the lives I’ve lost Each captured in a snapshot Gone in a flash
As the dust settles And I turn over old words I grasp its meaning
I’ve always found the opinions of strangers on the internet fascinating.
read more →The season of autumn Of falling leaves That give to the soil In death Fall into the wind Let it push through your pores Clean out your skin And wash away the remnants
read more →What does it mean to be alive? Technically, it means having a metabolism, growing, evolving and respiring. I think the definition is worth reflecting upon because we take the experience for granted. Maybe that’s because we don’t actively control the process; the beating of our hearts and the digesting of our food happens in the background. And we only really pay attention to our breath if it becomes problematic, like if we have a cold or a condition like asthma. But don’t you think it’s strange that we don’t pay attention to these most fundamental aspects of being human?
read more →Although I can’t breathe It feels safer in the dark Shame can’t find me here
For much of my life I was chasing fulfillment, thinking that if I changed careers or moved countries or whatever, I’d find it.
Between the veil I watch your eyes and wonder To the other side

Be wary of weeds Ideas bloom from seeds of thought And gardens turn wild
There’s one undisputed Queen of shame and vulnerability. Brene Brown. Her TED talks are great and so are her books. Her ideas genuinely changed the way I related to vulnerability.
read more →Body shimmering Joy and loss, heart trembling Out poured everything
In the early years of my education, I was a top-star student.
read more →Bonfire vocals Rising up from molten earth Breaking through the crust
Body pressed to chest Thighs wide open, blood pumping Muscles bulging, blue
i’m coming out… again you see, mum, dad, friends i’m not just a life coach i’m a spiritual life coach
read more →Canyon cutting through Ground I thought was permanent Heart I thought was true
I love metaphors that are inspired by nature. They feel so right. And they’re so at odds with modern life. We’ve cut travel time from months to hours. Information from generations to an instant. We praise speediness and convenience. Yet there is so much intelligence in the slowness of nature and its interconnectedness. The aim of autumn is not to get to winter. It just is. I get caught up in my dreams and my goals, impatient to arrive. More and more I’m learning to appreciate where I am. And not just see it as transformation in waiting but as perfect as it is right now.
Behind your glass eyes A spotlight is magnified And cast upon life

Paste-up, Te Aro
Blocked inner river Cascading to a pool of shame Darkness in the deep
This book was another game-changer for me. I grew up as a people-pleaser as a survival tactic. It served me well, until I looked around at my life and realised I didn’t belong. I’d said yes to everything except myself. Learning that being disliked is actually a sign of a well-lived life was breathtaking. And it’s a space I continue to lean into at my edge.
read more →Choking on regrets Everything that could have been Silenced by my hand
Discipline. It sounds like the opposite of fun, like routine and structure.
read more →Circle of renewal Summer harvesting winter Fruit, leaves and soil
Go from fighting your mind to being ever more present I offer a combination of guided meditation and personalised coachi…
read more →Caught between two minds Seduced by the sensual Tamed irrational
If you don’t love yourself, how in the hell can you love somebody else? Wise words. Except, how many of us truly love ourselves? In a way that is forgiving, compassionate and gentle? We may have a fraught relationship with our minds, with our bodies, with the parts of us that cause us shame. It can feel like there’s an internal battle going on.
read more →Cause it likes puzzles My mind created problems Only it could solve
The universe collapsed into our kiss Folding choc chips in cookie dough A cosmic dance between lips Senses entwined, I became you Briefly, in eternity And I fell through Somewhere, in that space
I love the idea that perhaps we need to broaden our horizon. We need to see what else is possible for us. Without new information, new experiences, new people and stories, we don’t know what else is possible to create in our lives
Contours inside me Fingers walking the rails Seeing with my hand

Bruised in sorrow Desert island treasures Unmapped by the heart
A classic. My mum gave this to me when I was 20. I was struggling with depression and couldn’t see a way out.
read more →Crumbling in public Decaying ancient ruins But more beautiful
What feeling are you unwilling to feel right now?
read more →Cupped in the lake lands Our backs against the long grass Hearts wide to the sky
“If I’m dissatisfied with this world—and I think that I might be—a problem is that you can only desire based on what you know. You have certain experiences in this world, they produce certain desires, those desires reproduce the world. Our reality today just keeps reproducing itself. If you can create different experiences that manifest different desires, then it’s possible that those will lead to the production of different worlds.” - Moxie Marlinspike
Champagne volcano Bubbling up from the depths Awakening my soul
No one ever talks about our sixth sense: interoceptive awareness. This is what lets us 'feel' what's happening inside us.
read more →Dancing in the trees I caught my own reflection Flighty like a bird
Danger at the edge But the views are dazzling One foot on each earth

Clawing up mountains Fingers whittled to the bone Seeking horizons
We are groomed to be results-driven. From an early age we are ushered through school, from one exam to the next.
read more →Death spills a black ink Old words create new shapes Worlds reimagined
How did I get this so wrong?
read more →Crystal bullet Shattering my illusion Reflecting myself
If you feel unloved? Love.
Don’t argue their truth Simply experience yours And let it shine through
I grew up as a people-pleaser. From my naive perspective, being liked and receiving recognition meant that I was doing something right in…
read more →Clouds brush aside blue Calling the wind to their backs As dawn breaks anew

Dusk fell upon us The city stretching for sleep Final fantasy
Yesterday came over me like a hot air balloon over the horizon New things felt possible, which really were old things revisited But inbetween a sleep, everything changed I woke up today in a new feeling, which really is an old feeling
read more →Electric voltage Surging beyond my limit Unbearable joy
Crackling fire logs Burning the chest open Pouring out their grief
Psychedelics can do wonders for breaking old patterns of the mind.
read more →Electric wire The jolt sends me running Fear fences me in
“Instead of being in the pursuit of happiness, be in the expression of happiness. One is external, one is internal.”
Enveloped in gold Warm smiles and old faces Paint peeling, worn time
Who doesn’t love a brainstorm? Put your hand down, Kenny. We all love brainstorms.
read more →Every bridge I’ve burnt Is a bonfire in my heart Dreaming of charcoal

Exhausted like earth Weary in my bones and skin Hardly holding on
We all have filters through which we see the world. And it’s our life’s work to peel them away until we are left in direct contact with reality as it is. A filter is a belief that distorts how we receive information. For instance, we could believe that being angry is a sign of aggression. Therefore, when we see this emotion in someone, it might trigger us to be defensive or to question the other person’s intentions. Any sign of anger inside ourselves could be repressed or denied and we may avoid situations that evoke it.
read more →Eyes dragging to the ground Heavy burden of the face Vulnerable, unmasked
I went to an interesting workshop by Anke Richter, a cult researcher, and thought I’d share some learnings.
read more →Eyes heavy with hope Sheltered from the rain - for now Lingering embrace
I’ve started writing by acknowledging that there’s a part of me that wants to criticize and judge, and ask that it shows up later in the editing process while I allow my inner creative to focus on writing. In this way, I don’t need to exile any part of my experience.
Fear kept me from you While you watched patiently Back to the future
Each moment passes A marriage of joy and grief Love and let go
I’ve been running a workshop as per the title. There’s a lot of content to share around it, but here are the key takeaways: 🧠 1.
read more →Flatlining, boredom Afraid of losing, closing Grappling, with bodies

Floating from heaven Snowflakes fall upon my tongue Clarity at last
Based on a Gestalt Therapy workshop I took part in this workshop to help me better understand the behaviours of smokers, to support the stop-smoking program I was building with Mindset Health. What I learnt is that addiction is everywhere. It’s any behaviour we repeat despite adverse consequences.
read more →Fluttering voices Joy magnetises bodies Echoing reply
“Life is like arriving late for a movie, having to figure out what was going on without bothering everybody with a lot of questions, and then being unexpectedly called away before you find out how it ends.” Joseph Campbell
Sleep paralysis at night Effort paralysis by day I feel a little trapped in my body today I told myself it would be a day off But I feel guilty about doing nothing So then I punish myself as I go about doing what I said I was going to be doing today Maybe I only feel worthy when I am doing something Just being is not permitted
read more →Narrative non-fiction (NNF) is what I do a lot of.
read more →Deep, forgotten well I haven’t drawn your waters Scared of what’s below
In 2024 I decided I would try my hand at a comedy routine. No joke. Well, a few. Did they go down well?
read more →Give up, the earth said Falling higher and higher Into the darkness
Everything starts small The majesty of a tree Begins in soil

I was laid back with eyes shut Hot breath under the stars And I knew he was close I said I wanted to feel him That I was his faithful servant And I heard in a whisper Pain is pleasure Inside you’re whole
read more →You will never come up with the right business idea In fact, your idea doesn’t matter. At all. I used to fantasise about becoming an entrepreneur. I told myself I would make the jump if I just had the right idea. The classic advice is to solve a problem that you’re having. But this led me down the path of starting an online shop for vegan protein bars because I found them hard to buy.
read more →Gold poured over you In a moment of stillness Which my eyes could drink
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read more →Golden glazed our crowns An evernescent moment Overlooking hills
Looking at myself as an assembly of different parts has been a really important part of my journey. It helps me to make sense of the contradictions within me: the part that feels brave, and the part that feels afraid; the part that longs for connection and the part that runs away.
Hallway transitions Through unexpected doorways Into new spaces
A free 90-minute workshop to reveal the blueprint for creating a life where you wake up feeling energised and full of purpose. Walk away with clarity on what life you want to build and practical steps to get started: - Create a crystal clear vision: follow a guided meditation and visualisation to unlock your deepest desires - Dare to dream big: rewire your mindset, overcome your fear of failure and smash through limiting beliefs about what’s possible for you - Supercharge your motivation: feel inspired and get the ball rolling with practical next steps
read more →Happiness is born In the cracks of broken hearts Bracing for new life
Everyone deserves to wake up feeling energised, knowing that the day ahead is something to look forward to.
read more →Heart in pincer grip Plucked like an arcade toy Too heavy to rise

Heavy with despair Longing for resolution Probably in death
My life is grounded in nature, healing and spirituality. It’s not pink and materialistic. But I realised last week that I am Barbie. And that’s a problem.
read more →Dangling balcony Afraid the wind might blow me Afraid you wouldn’t see
Holding space softly Hands cupping a baby bird Willing it to fly
“Peace of mind only comes from full participation of what’s happening in your body. There’s no faucet called pain and one called pleasure. There’s only a faucet called awareness. It’s life energy that we all have access to.” - Anon
Embers on fire My self-esteem returning Brightness in the dark
Inner work is important but the measure of progress is how we act with others. I’m learning this as I explore a romantic connection after years of turning inward. Inwards to outwards In the early stages of my journey, I cut out external influences so I could understand who I really was.
read more →Get out of your own way Leave the maze by going in Let go of the rules
Do the things that bring you joy So simple Too simple I’ve spent much of my life in search of meaning Changing careers and countries And…
read more →I lost sight of you Emerging from the ocean Waves had broken you

These gilded waves And butter kissed grass Melt at the shore Memories of you That burn in my heart Embers without warmth In slow decay I should let your hand slip And pull myself to ground But I look longingly To the ocean of my past Still hoping to be found
Making decisions can be hard – especially big, life-changing ones. It can seem like happiness depends on choosing correctly and that regret will knock on each door that we close behind us. There’s an underlying fear of failure, of having no one else to blame. On many occasions, I’ve tried to predict how events might unfold before making a decision. I’ve thought endlessly about how I could optimise a situation. But my psychic powers have always fallen short and I’ve been left in a circling state of analysis, feeling overwhelmed and incapable of making the right call.
read more →Glass wall between us Love is its own reflection Touch, the warm ocean
“People say, ‘Joy is a positive feeling, and anger or anxiety or sadness are negative feelings,’ and that’s just not true. All of our feelings are positive in the sense that they tell us what we want. Our feelings are like a compass. They tell us what direction to go in. People feel like numbness is nothingness. It’s not the absence of feelings. Numbness is actually a sense of being overwhelmed by too many feelings. If you’re anxious, what is causing the anxiety? If you’re angry, are there some boundaries that maybe you need to set? Is there something you need to change in your life?” - Lori Gottlieb, Psychotherapist
I threw a stick He didn’t chase after it It’s been ten years
A friend of mine went to London with his girlfriend.
read more →God turned a corner Sunlight skimming the water Calling harbour home
Drumming the waves I was there, here, everywhere Shallow in the sound
Love. One word to describe a million things. I use it to describe my favourite way of making eggs. And my favourite person.
read more →Falling from her eyes Tears of a young girl, mother Her young boy, leaving

Come back and haunt me I liked not feeling alone Now I just feel ghosted
Somatic meditation is the tool I’ve found most helpful to explore this, little by little exposing myself to discomfort and being curious about what I find. Just what is it about a feeling that’s so repulsive? Perhaps it’s just the intensity of it? In which case, I can increase my capacity to be with it, just as I can build muscle to lift heavier weights.
If you only knew How judgemental I was of you You’d judge me too
If you don’t love yourself, how in the hell can you love somebody else? Wise words.
read more →Feet on cold concrete Birds swoop through the canopy In my becoming
Hey everyone!
read more →I’m downshifting gears Body struggling uphill Numb numb goes anxious
Heat of the moment In the tightness of sauna I broke through myself
This was a comprehensive guide I made for a cute boy in my life.
read more →In a flash of light Shooting pain that stole the sky Left like a comet
“Spend an hour every day with the pioneering part of you, the part that’s willing to risk it all. It’s normal to have other parts that are reluctant and scared. And sometimes it’s OK to just follow the part that’s leading, even though you don’t recognize it.” - Anon
In dark closets Short of breath and room to move A young boy grows up

Inspiration strikes From the heavens to the earth And leaves in a flash
You’ve landed! The beginning of an incredible journey. I really wish I had taken better notes of my travels in Nepal (hint hint).
read more →Invisible wall What are you that I’m feeling That my mind cannot see
Now, I actually believe this book is better than the Power of Now.
read more →Landscape sculpturing Turning driftwood into dreams Inside a child breathes
Right, so this is just a sweeping summary of the places I’ve been that I’d recommend. You’re going to have a great time. The thing to know is that the two islands are pretty different. The North Island is where most of the people are, more towns, and it gets way more tropical the further north you go, hotter, beautiful beaches. The South Island is the one for nature. Honestly, the North Island isn’t the best island in terms of nature. The most beautiful stuff is further down south. I’d weight your time accordingly.
read more →Leave your warm blankets Said Marcus Aurelius Seize the day? No thanks
“The feeling of loneliness resides in the difference between the kind of social contact you want and the social contact you actually have. It's different for everyone”
Light of love held us In the shadow of the hill Words where none were known
I missed you today I was walking by myself In the fade of footprints

I smell the flowers With my eyes while my lips kiss The present moment
i used to be a chronic overthinker spending hours comparing models if i bought a computer speaker i would plan out conversations and what…
read more →Love sick and love lost Sun eclipsed and darkness was Innocence in light
Go from fighting your mind to being ever more present with this 5-day meditation course blending science and spiritualit…
read more →Dizzy, overwhelmed Emails, deadlines and chitchat From another world
Behavioral patterns are pathways of least resistance. We walk through an overgrown field by following the footpath. To break a pattern, you need to learn to handle discomfort. You need to leave the path behind and walk through wilderness with brambles at your legs.
read more →Melting in music The river used to drown me Look mum! I’m floating
“The impact of trauma is that you lose connection to your intuition. Because it’s the part of you telling you to flee.” - Gabor Mate, Psychotherapist
Mentos dropped in coke Reality, fantasy Ready to explode
Five years ago, my reality shattered.
read more →Mirror world inside Where the echoes ring louder In the doorway home

This manic project of 4 years This desperate search It's taken me through countries, relationships, jobs I've climbed mountains, retreated, and driven to the horizon I've bathed myself in morning sunlight and evening storms I've followed my heart across a globe of experience And yet it's as if I've gone nowhere at all I still hold onto something I can't grasp
read more →If you constantly procrastinate on the things that matter, read this.
read more →If my heart could sing You would hear its melody Parting from your lips
My eyes are shut tight But I know that you are there Tiger of the night
School conditioned me To want to get it right But in life There is no right Only currents that blow me Across uncharted territory Expansive…
read more →My heart on show Stripped and under spotlight With nowhere to go
Picture this… your friend keeps making plans with you. But then bails at the last moment. They always have the same tired excuses.
read more →My life is rhyming And I’m dancing like a fool To the same damn tune
The same is true at a macro level for the world. We believe that the only model that works is consumerist, that we must continue to prioritise growth at all costs, that the destruction of the environment is an inevitable car crash. As Moxie says, if we can create different experiences for people, that will manifest different desires, and the demand for change will be greater.
My world in pieces Plane ride to the other side Only I remain

Dandelion peaks Naked on the river bed Howling as she sets
Your desire to shelter them Is a desire to shelter yourself They don’t need your help They need your love
read more →Now invisible Castles litter the beach Time turning to sand
I was looking for fulfillment But really I was looking for aliveness It sent me searching Chasing, trying, failing Nothi…
read more →Here I am under My duvet covers under My body and skin
I forgive myself For the pain I cause myself For being myself
“The seed is as much the goal as the flower” - Alan Watts
On my fourth spoonful I cried for the end of things While you ate your soup
Do you struggle to read poetry?
read more →Overwhelm feels A little bit like nothing Piled on top of me

Particles of sound Waving across the church Merging into joy
“I’m not stressed!” I’d yell to my mum. Whenever I was revising for exams or in difficult moments in my life, I’d get eczema on my hands.
read more →Pebbles in a pond Each moment dropping away Leaving peace behind
Are you aware of your blind spots?
read more →Pendulum swinging Back to the weight of the past Forward, backward, grasp
Then I realised I was just looking for a feeling of aliveness. A feeling of being whole (fulfillment). And for that, I can simply cultivate awareness of my body, feel things more deeply, and appreciate the life I already have.
Petals of my heart Under the vastness of sky Holding what was
Oooo I love Michael Singer. This book gave me a new framework for how to live.
read more →Peter died last year And though I never met him I’ve seen his shadow
Love is found in loss Each heartbreak an opening Each end, beginning

Pulled by naked thread Back to her quiet garden Where I lay unrooted
Ever wanted to start a creative project but felt blocked? Yeah, you me and 8 billion other people.
read more →Loving the feeling Crying in apology Years gone by
Day 1: Nervous system regulation 📚 Reading Today we are going to learn how your thoughts are governed by your nervous s…
read more →Red rocks in my throat My voice drowning in the waves Yet you still hear me
There’s that old saying that you can be surrounded by a group of people and yet feel alone. It’s an interesting phenomenon. We are there and yet it’s like being behind plexiglass. I felt this way for many years. Then I realised I had to show the parts of me I feared would be rejected - otherwise they would forever be unseen and I would never be met.
I try and fail I surrender and succeed Okay, I give up
Dopamine 📚 Reading Cravings are a normal part of being human.
read more →Mental possession Stimulating regression Boring obsession

I want to fuck you Anonymous grindr man Send more pics please
We’ve learned that we have unconscious patterns of behaviour driven by dopamine. And that our nervous system dictates the thoughts we are having. Today we are going to explore our hidden ‘sixth sense’, interoceptive awareness. This is the key to building a strong relationship with our intuition and to start making decisions that are aligned with our truest self.
read more →Being with you is feeling like there’s no one else. The stage melts away and the lights become the sun. I hold your gaze deeply and connect to another world. Like looking into a mirror with no edge.
read more →Rocking with each wave Losing direction and speed Pulled apart by breeze
Over the last few days we’ve learnt how to relax our nervous system, rewire our dopamine cycle, and become more in tune with our feelings.
read more →I’ll give you it all Let the tears and rivers flow Toward desert soul
This is something I’ve been exploring in recent months after a traumatic experience. I’ve had to rebuild my connection with myself, to trust in myself. I’ve felt unsafe in my body - disassociation is a survival technique. Gradually I’ve reintroduced a feeling of safety through movement, meditation, nature and social connection. As I’ve done so, my intuition has returned. The little voices, the visceral nudges. They’re a blessing.
My hands held in yours Each mask dropping to the floor Exposed and raw
We’ve spent the last few days exploring ourselves in a deeper way, from our nervous system to habits to beliefs.
read more →Sex in my skin Under the covers of flesh Where pleasure begins

I’m a free spirit Before this I was contained In my emptiness
How comfortable are you with the unknown? Y'know, that period of time between two stages of life. You've let go of an old shape. Perhaps an identity, a job, a relationship. But you've not yet discovered your new form. It sits beyond the horizon, bent through the haze of time. This experience is called the unbound space.
read more →My mind gets focus If I lose myself - who wins? It’s a slot machine
We can get very stuck in our lives. It’s like we’re going round in circles, doing the same things, never able to break free. We have dreams but they seem distant and unrealisable. There doesn’t seem to be a vision that works for us or a feasible path towards it.
Shame I shouldn’t feel Fear I’ll fall forever Back into the black
I’m loving myself Creatively, exploring New, old, forgotten
This book blew my mind when I read it in 2020. I never considered myself a Christian. To be honest, I thought the ideas were archaic. This book presented a radical revision of Christianity, presenting Christ as a universal energy (’consciousness’) that aligns more with modern views on spirituality.
read more →She looks upon him Radiant mother and son Turning his cheeks gold
Empower your team to show up authentically I teach meditation and workshops to start-ups and corporates looking to foster authenticity and…
read more →Shrinking inside me Connecting to nobody Waiting to be seen
This book helped me to understand that my journey as a gay man was so similar to others.
read more →Shrouded in darkness Memories with no picture Barely a feeling

Singing became me And I didn’t doubt myself I was free at last
Miserable weather isn’t it? That’s what I heard when I sat down in the cafe I laughed instinctively and agreed We do like to rag on the…
read more →Sitting in sunlight Bathing in the sounds of birds Turning outside-in
What a helpful little mind flip. I’ve spent so much of my life in pursuit of happiness. Thinking that a new job would fulfil me. Or that a relationship would. It’s an endless seeking outside of me. But the only thing I am lacking is what I am not giving. So the surest way to feel happy is to express it, to send it outwards. To dance, to sing, to write, to compliment someone. The well that I thought was dry turns out to be endless.
Here upon my skin The drawings of a child Red crayon pressed deep Scribbled lines Pockmarks and crators He doesn’t speak through me For fear of being silenced Quietly sketching his anger Until my whole body bruises And I can no longer hide my shame
Here’s a very brief guide I shared for a friend recently. One day I’ll update this with a proper walkthrough of everything this wonderful city has to offer. Walk down Cuba St (lots of cute little shops and quirky people 🤪) Coffee at Raglan Roast (Abel Smith St) - big open space with comfy chairs, my favourite cafe
read more →Smile, it’s ok You keep talking, I don’t leave So I float away
I received a message from the past today From me, a year ago He took the time to write To let me know that I’m never alone That each moment supports the next That each me is a thread in the weave And I can reach through time To lend a hand when I’m in need So this poem is a gentle reminder For all of us From me, a year ago
Speak from your heart.
read more →Soil burnt by sky I leant in close next to you Swallowed up by fear

I knew I loved you But today I could feel it I hope you did too
9 months ago, I sent an email to my landlord serving 4 weeks’ notice on my apartment in Melbourne.
read more →Spiders on the skin Brush one off but it lingers Pin pricks all over
When we feel bad, we might find ourselves pulling out the smartphone, eating a handful of chocolate, or busying ourselves with work. These behaviours can be totally unconscious and automatic. But if we can learn to stop seeing emotions as binary (good or bad) and instead experience them from a place of loving awareness, they can just be. And we stop being reactive.
Squeeze out perfection Soft body becomes brittle No toothpaste, no luck
I’ve never gone hungry for more than a few hours in my whole life. Last month, I fasted for five days. No calories. Just water. Here’s what happened…
read more →Stairways in nature Humans in kaleidoscope Vortices collapse
The journey to self-love is long and winding. And when you’re in a place of self-loathing it can look like an unreachable destination.
read more →Stars separated In the ocean of space Blinded by their own light
Pinned to the decking Heavy under grey clouds Others’ belonging

Stones and spiral shells Old tails and ghostly songs Washed up beaches
There was a part of me that knew I was an overthinker. But another part of me couldn’t comprehend being any other way.
read more →Sugar snap river Meditating on pressure Red ball of fire
You can try to control things Or you can increase your capacity to handle things No one told me That peeling away layers of myself Would feel Like peeling away layers of myself
Sun struck the rain drops Sky ablaze with fireflies He danced among grace
It took heartbreak for me to realise the trap I’d set for myself… Losing my lover meant losing love. He had become my only access to that state. My soul supply. My dealer. Somewhere along the way, I had become dependent on his affection.
read more →Sunsets, tears streaming Screaming down the motorway I was abandoning me
Swiping, my blood boils Swiping, I can’t look away Swiping, I refresh
Taking off wet clothes Settling by the fire Drying out the past
Rest is best in bed Where the clouds pass softly Pillows under head
Tangled under limbs Breaking free in a cry No longer a boy
Teardrop on your cheek Your pain is too much for me Our past is history
Tender hand holding Across the coffee table Writing my story
Ridges on seashells Sand dunes and cresting blue waves Fingerprints of God
Rock pooling at night With their head torches turned on Gazed upon by stars
I woke to a dream Snaking from head to tail And slept and slept
The clouds had come To reveal the warmth of light And forgotten sun
The dam burst open Old songs pouring over me Fresh and trembling
The end of Fitzroy Bright lights, loud noise and peacocks I’ll miss you. You won’t
Trauma rings in the body Like tinnitus After a while you forget its there Until those quiet moments When it screams In terror The body tenses up But with a little dissaocitation
read more →Seeing through her eyes Abstraction discoloured My hands red with guilt
The flower whispered I love you, I love you not As each petal dropped
The light switched back on I can see where I’m going With eyes turned inwards
There is just today Don’t think about your lifetime It’s too far away
Self-medication My shelves are stacked with self-help Cause I can’t help myself
They say we grow up But really we grow out And play hide and seek
Thick, heavy and slow Rain outside the window No body, never mind
This heavy blanket Draped around my shoulders Depression at night
Shadow games up high Walking the lines of last year In here - not out there
Shaking indignant Everything I left behind For this little life
Tied up in ribbons Words catch fire together Poetry the ash
Tingling in my toe Swimming like fish in water Till I had to let go
Tiredness shields Heavy on subtle fields Beckoning backwards
Shame hides from me Like sunlight in the wind Burning invisibly
Shavings of light grey Protected by canopy Watching rainbows grow
Nerves like guitar strings Plucked by your name, resonant Feeling discordant
To the right, with joy To the horizon and back In the room, standing
Torn between oceans My heart pulls against the wind Steering me back home
Torn open in two Feeling every drop of rain Pulling back from you
Shoes off and shaded Amongst the urban chaos Green grass oasis
Nude under stage lights The dream you’re waking up to Rehearsing endings
Trees roaring in the wind Raging at the injustice Swept up by the roots
Trembling little bird Wingless in the palm of hand Frightened by your flight
Tumbling white rapids Adrenaline in story Ascending new peaks
TV promises Commodified fantasy Hollowed out dreams
You arrived like a storm after a hot summer But announced yourself like a cat scratching at my door I let you in and we played cards And after you lost, I decided I should probably let you win You shared poems that were portals to feeling And took me places imbued with meaning You said you had the energy of chaos But seemed more like the butterfly wing Than the hurricane
Ocean to third eye Jewel along the thread of spine Feeling, alive
Under dazzling stars Eyes twinkling to the ocean A new earth is born
Sometimes I get this shiver I can feel it in my brain And it runs down my spine I don't know if that's normal or not I've been surprised recently By just how different I am I found out tonight that when people do sums in their head They actually see the long division
read more →Walk with your eyes closed When there’s no map to follow And feel your way home
Walking on eggshells Friendships crushed under my feet Harvesting soil
Small amongst bent trees Whispering they knew me In distant memory
Warm ocean of sound Surround the lost buoy floating Waves calling him home
We brushed past each other Your smile and soft voice warmed me Cold from the rain
It’s in those moments When a friend pulls back from life That you step forward
We cried together In our own worlds, reaching out In butterfly creek
Soft on the pine leaves Footprints with no direction Lost, together lost
We doubt happiness But life is so much better When we doubt fear
Peace is a weapon of love Time an instrument of the divine Death the breath of life Grief with nowhere to go Magic gives face to the unknown Anger, unfulfilled hope Solitude a waking state of rest Poetry the fruit of trauma Logic chisels against marble Where story whispers to the heart Ego is the hand puppet of god Presence is all that we’ve got
Weary of our time Everything promised by night Switched off in a day
Some poems are pretty Some poems are short Haikus are pretty short
Sparklers in my hands My toes, my belly and heart Creating again
What body do I trust? This one? Or the frozen one? Where the past lives on
I feel like I'm chasing something A feeling of inner peace That momentary sense of bliss A connection with the divine I suppose for a while I felt vibrations Stronger than I had ever felt before And I expected them to grow With increasing intensity
read more →Where was I today When I sat behind the screen Control alt delete
Why do you deserve Everything I’ve tried to earn Everything I’m not
Lion was a cub Fear was a shadow puppet The story was mine
With lips in my heart I sang to hear myself speak Of sorrow and grief
Wobbling like the waves Resisting the fearful shore Anchored to the depths
Wolf cubs together Rising moon under blankets Watching fairy lights
I saw in her eyes Starburst flowers in the sky A nighttime bouquet
Wolf of the full moon Howling at all I’ve wronged Longing to be loved
Wrong side of bed Hiding under covers Fuck the day, I said
Steam rising inside Boiling over into rain Running downstream
Yarn ball connection Wrapped up like we knew each other One thread apart
Pulling at my leg As I run to the finish line Little boy cries, “wait!”
Stroking the ceiling I carry it to the car Bye, bug ridden plant
Yellow cheek daisies Too much for the stars to hold Too little to know
Put pen to paper And let the ink spill like blood Until it heals
Yesterday’s colour Bleeding chokehold collar Faceless, pale and grey
You made love to me Like we had a thousand lives Remembering us
Repetition kills novelty Gratitude becomes expectation Magic, mundane
You made my world big When the walls were closing in Horizontal passenger
You spoke through friends Urging me forward, gently Love on the lips of the wind