Faded Spring

    The Oppressor

    'Dark matter oozing out of toxic waste, the stench of deficit humanity corroding our senses. Black hearts and dark minds caught in a freeze frame of empty promises. Decaying words buried in the icy darkness of the devils soul, the cries of lost children trapped in time. Humanity self-destructs in a window of broken dreams, the memories of childhood lost in translation. Look into the eye of the beast, the glare of bestial ferocity your weapon of survival. Deathless broken souls trapped in between worlds, the sycthe on the nape of my neck.'  Segregation Every day millions of children and adults are oppressed by a system that segregates us into camps. We are black or white, poor or ... read more

    From Russia With Love

    ' Crushed hopes in a paradise of broken dreams, the scent of success a distant memory, Reverse the wheel of fortune, place your cards on the deck and watch it turn into ashes before your eyes, feel the burn like an ecstacy mark upon your skin, smoke lingering hours after, turn the tap and drown your sorrows, wallow in the shallow darkness of the past. Tangible DNA no more, buried underground a rotting corpse. Blind in death and in life we are desensitized to the suffering of others, the juice of pre-judgement clouding our eyes. We are shrouds in a world that exists outside of reality and that reality is death' The Story of A II Society is split into two camps: the corpse that ... read more

    Pulse Clinic: A Review

    'Delve into the rabbit hole and hold out your playing cards, let your inhibitions run free-freedom is just,twisted roses upon barbed wire, hold me tight a storm is coming, bitter tainted lips pricked with blood, sweet nectar, sticky to the touch,barbed wired fences bite into my skin, wrap me in a blanket of deceit, take away my soul' My personal experience with body hair  The household that I grew up in was very strict, my foster mother did not allow me to shave until I was 14 or 15 and I was ridiculed constantly for having 'body hair'. In our day and age it should not be a stigma to have natural hair but sadly as a state we demand that women must rip out their hair, be groomed to ... read more

    The ‘Social Other’

    'Poisonous words flitter like demons sapping strength from The Garden Of Eden, the soft chorus of nymphs trapped in darkness. Burrowing through the nightless skies the birds pity us humans who love war but not its destruction. There are gaping holes in each of us that take us into a nightmarish vision of human consequence, where past sins revisit and engulf us in miserable darkness. We are weak and afraid, with clammy palms clinging to faith in desperation. When faced with death we are shrouds already dead, the waiting tomb swallowing us whole, the beasts already licking their corpse fed lips' In an alternate universe we would be free from oppression and be gifted with basic human ... read more

    Red Velvet

     'Crushed velvet in shattered mirrors, the crunch of glass a membrane explosion. A patchwork of red severs my limbs in the bitter vision of an empty future. Schoolgirl androgyny, all ties are cut born as a girl from birth, noone in death. Sweet as a cherry stem, mashed into a pulp you flesh out my legacy and no organs remain. Dystopian mirrors in a parellel universe where wrong equals right and the good equals evil. Turn the lock throw away the key let the code be broken and no gender remain.' Channelling the 1995 Alexander McQueen 'Highland Collection' this look screams anarchist rebel. With its roots in punk heritage and a keen nod to school girl androgyny, the aesthetic vibe is ... read more

    Ice Queen

    A collaboration with Happiness Boutique  'Turn me to ice with your putrid breath, the stench of lost sons a sulphur to your senses. Chains of blue course through my veins, shattered organs pulsating... raw. Hand me a chopping block, sacrifice my hands. I lay ripe for the plucking, freeze me whole. Pluck out the impurities, rub the slate clean, rewire my soul...genetic modification.Amputated from reality, no labels to hold onto, isolation is the key to unlocking the Ice Queen's heart.Crawl through the undergrowth into the Ice Kingdom, wrapped in a blanket of unfounded deceit.Isolated feelings dried upon chapped lips, no friends to call my own lost at sea. Shapeshifters and demons caught in ... read more

    The Secret Garden

    Roll into the tumbleweeds, jagged thorns, split thumbs, turn back the clocks and let it all in. Distant memories flitter past, a myriad of broken dreams, a fragment of your imagination- what's left to lose? Snakes writhe as though possessed, bitter chords so sweet and sharp, the taste of blood upon my lips. Vengeance is sweet but honey is sweeter, dripping nectar, Niagra Falls. Acid rain, crumbling gravestones, ash and bone- lets make war. Under the stench of the decaying leaves, the crunch of autumn is a bitter pill to swallow. Go underground, gather your army... in toxic waste are secrets unearthed buried under forgotten lies. Walk into the eye of the storm and give up your soul for a ... read more

    Why Rock That Look Is Proud To Be Different

    Mirror Mirror on the wall I see green I see blue. Rainbows and unicorns ascend into flight, glitter dust on their infamous cloaks. I take charge of one unicorn, dashing over a rainbow of saccharine delight. Leaving behind trails of shimmering blue I step into the uneasy woods, fear clouding my vision- I stumble and fall into the dark. I don't like the dark, there are captured memories here, reminding me of a past best forgotten, a past best left behind. In the dark I must fight for justice and find the key to escape from this treacherous ruin. Mirrored lens are my only hope, through mirrors I can start a new life, start anew. I look in the mirror and see a new dawn where I am not judged for ... read more