Poetry on the subject of value, age and perception.
With thanks to Jude K. S. for use of the header image; and likewise to Heather Green for the backing image used on Instagram (licensing).
People laughed
Because the pages
Were yellow with age
What you want to keep
That pad for?
They’d always say
Never realising
That what the paper
Carried in the curvy
Writing of a hand
Would be lost forever
So couldn’t be just
Thrown away
Even the idea
Terminology used
To describe casting aside
Was so beneath that
Contained inside
Thanks for reading 🙂
N. P. Ryan
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The ongoing delve into mental health via the medium of fruit-infused poetry. 
A recent and unexpected run-in with a deadly infection lead to writing this in the days just after being discharged from hospital when everything still felt an absolute mess. The phenomena written about below—‘the flavour’—is a consequence of too much bacteria being in the stomach. No one at the hospital told me to expect it and likewise can be said for the known impact of the virus in question to a person’s state of mind. Combined with the previous week of surgeons looking at me doubtfully . . . The good news is it does eventually go, but for a while felt here to stay. 
Poetry on the subject of deceivers.
A tale of the worst type of betrayal. 
Written to help create the mindset of a fictional character. 
Poetry without comment beyond thanks to Kenny Kennethh for use of the header image of a solitary doughnut (
Thoughts on the stupidity of trying to use social media for something useful. Header image courtesy Alisha Mishra (
Attempting to improve the self is not without its price.
Poetry without comment.