• Reminder to self

    I walk to get there,
    I work to buy that,
    I watch to learn this,
    I work out to date them.

    I go there to be on time,
    I buy that to have fun,
    I learn this to feel smarter,
    I date to have children.

    Everything done should have purpose,
    Everything done should have aim,
    Everything done should be productive,
    Everything done has a point.

    I walk just to walk,
    I work just to work,
    I watch just to watch,
    I work out just to work out.

    I go there because I am going there.
    I buy that because I am buying that.
    I learn this because I am learning this.
    I date because I am dating.

    Somethings done can be done with no purpose in mind,
    Somethings done can have no aim,
    Somethings done don’t have to be productive or efficient,
    Somethings done have no point and don’t have to have one.

    How does anything get done with those somethings?


  • how to iambic

    A game, a play, how fun. Invite me? Yes please!
    Of games; my brain follows quite slow, no yes!
    Wander to sleep, wonder to wake, yes no.
    No trust, all sus. Beware! Go out, careful.
    A form my eyes do see. A ghost, I fear.

    Right there, it looks and feels like a willow,
    But it does move and sway like the ocean.
    There is no right, no wrong, in the word game.
    Beauty, allure, glamor, polish, critique.

    This is a site for my verbal vomit,
    No one must read, some one might read, no bother!
    I let my brain seep out onto this post.
    Practice practice practice practice practice.

    This did once start as utter nonsense, but now;
    I do edit, to fit a metric line.
    Tis fun, tis fun, enjoy I do. But really:
    I just sound less Shakespeare, more Yoda.

  • Haiku Collection #1

    Sitting on the couch,
    I sip tea, turn to my friend,
    I say “This is nice”

    The bell rings out: “bong”,
    I smile and stretch my legs out.
    Meditation done.

    Alarm rings aloud,
    Says: wake up, wake up, wake up.
    I drift back to sleep.

    Oh! I remember,
    This moment, to be here now.
    Now: rising, falling

    Mindfully I chop,
    I stretch and bang my head: “SHIT!”
    Not so holy now…

    Who is the witness?
    Who experiences this?
    Who does not know? Me!

    Lost in thought, theory…
    Never meditating then…
    Only reading lots.

    Hmm, am I manic?
    Or am I progressing well?
    Neither, both, be mindful.

    I write these poems,
    Always aware of my pride,
    Squash it, kill it, splat!

    Squash it, kill it, splat!
    Stop that thought, stop this thought… No!
    Let it be and go.

    Blink, swallow, tingle,
    taste, smell, see, hear, feel, think, fart,
    itch, sting, tense, sit, twitch.

    I relax the frown,
    My mind shoots out and expands,
    No frown, no problem 🙂

    I write haikus late.
    I dig early morning vibes,
    Helps loose the filter.

    I will end it here,
    Good bye, au revoir, ciao, peace!
    Good bye-ku hai-ku.

Hello! I’m Tom (he/him), based in London, UK. I write prose & poetry, also some small reflections I want to share. Enjoy 🙂

I have a Youtube channel where I post creative things sometimes.