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A Week in the Prince's Trust
A Week in the Prince’s Trust
Eleven sat in an embrace of opportunity. Mouths cracked quickly at the first chance to engage in the group. Smiles spread like pollen on the wind.
Targets acquired and backgrounds understood, our teamwork was put to the test. Sorcery exists not only in fiction, but also with a three metre stick.
Time hadn’t the chance to crawl in the Team room before we each knew how we took our brews. Classic…
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Exercise from another perspective
A bit of an odd one this week - Exercise from another perspective. There is some reference to miscarriage in this poem, so please do not read if that could upset you. #poem #poetry
Note: Before you read on, this poem has references to miscarriages. If this upsets you, do not read on – the last thing I’d like to do is upset you. –
A momentary silence fills my floral porcelain cup half- empty with Assam as the nearby waves of Brighton beach relays across my ankles. The teapot has long since gone cold on the vanilla ice-cream sands, the once-children birthed their own children…
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Even Flowers Leave Scars
Even Flowers Leave Scars, how to explore tragedy and grief via dissociation and purposeful semi-vague imagery. #poetry #poem
Enchanting orchid, shoulder to shoulder
roots entangled with grass – faecal petrichor
feral in the nostrils, a crimson sky
drowning under ashen Vesuvius
mourning to never proceed satellite’s
collapsing crescent – xenophobic mounds
decay fungus with disposed bloodied knives
a suitcase hiding a hand’s gilded band
trench foot casserole perched on an open
sill – a…
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Three Years, a Poem and an Update.
Three Years, a Poem and an Update.
Has it really been so long? Three whole years, plus some change?
When I left university, I was ready to take on the world, to become a fully-fledged adult with hopes and aspirations. I was making connections to get where I needed to go, work placements that went swimmingly and friends to always be there for me. And then things stopped. My drafts never made it back out of my drawers, my…
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Day to Day
Let's celebrate #nationalpoetryday2017 in style, with 'Day to Day'.
I work my days in a drive-thru Costa, to see how Janet cleans the tables: a revolution of clean in dishcloth form. I sleep my nights away in a motel. The banging on opposite walls comes from Tinder and Heinz beans on misshapen stoves. The nights I spend clanging wine glasses filled with discounted Pepsi, with negative bank statements glaring from the letterbox. My mornings are spent considering…
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Siren's Song
Siren’s Song
Siren’s song like well-intended honey- pour it softly next to the depressed bee, forming a wavy lifeline. Siren’s song as the foundations which keep one person upright as they pull another off the floor. Siren’s song like the cling film around a half-eaten egg fried rice so that you can enjoy it twice over. Siren’s song as a scalpel to a pulsing heart. Nerves steady as dried plaster in the…
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Days without Incident
Day Three-thousand: Safe as unlocked doors in quiet neighbourhoods. Day Three-thousand and One: the air, like plaster of Paris, is damp and suffocating. Day 3002: tired as groundhogs, lazing like summertime children in Knickerbocker Glory dreams. Day 3003: Fusion warnings and cautious behaviour. Value of life is deemed via protective equipment worn. I’m sorry but money is not accepted at this…
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White Ermine
In the shower, silent as the nervous window cleaner forced to peer at scenes of intimacy, cautious in its approach to the woodland hairs of Armpit Valley. Frequenting the soap of a withered sponge once of lavender dreams while clammy petrichor reeks out of open pores, the moth grazes through the downpour towards the elbow. The sponge meteor hovers sympathetically thinking over its mission for…
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Podcast and Quick Update: 27th April 2017
Podcast and Quick Update: 27th April 2017
Hello to you all! I just need to speak to you all about my absence the last couple of weeks and explain myself for a potential absence for the next coming ones. As my degree draws to a close I’ve been reading and writing poems, essays and research papers like a literary connoisseur. I’m not quite finished for my final assignments and wish to ask for your patience for a couple more weeks, with the…
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Teeth
Crashing with panicking shrapnel almost believing myself a spinning plate, falling, an accident, a fuck up, a mistake. A simple error, not looking, running blind into the school bully you’d think would only exist in a child’s nightmare. The ginger bully, tall as two kids and as fat as three, he knocked me down with a single belly bounce. Landing with my front two teeth first, the white slates…
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Half-roast Barista
Ah yes, another Coffee Poem. You may be wondering why I hadn’t posted last week. Simply put I was managing too many things without properly looking after myself, so I stressed myself sick, and there was some uncertainty as to if the symptoms were from a numbing migraine or a stroke… It was kind of weird to be told to relax and play games: a hobby I had for the best part neglected for nearly three…
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British Nightmare
Leonard remembered hearing about a strange phenomenon when he was six, and he immediately called it a living nightmare, one that rendered his culture as a bland waste of a hundred and twenty six years. His nightmare began when he’d gotten his dream career, and he was given a home-from-home for free. He was even allowed to bring Catherine across the North Atlantic, from Manchester to…
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Website Update: 8th March 2017
Website Update: 8th March 2017
Since its conception, Adam Foley Writing has explored different avenues of Creative Writing, but they have always explored avenues that I wanted to explore. I am now excited to say that I am opening myself up for commissions of Poetry, Scripts, Reviews, Fiction of all lengths as well as any other miscellaneous outings. I will be open to you and your ideas for your commission. I can offer 24/7…
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Orange
It’s the poet’s nemesis. While the sunset wears the colour like a satin gown, there’s nothing else that naturally partners with it.  It’s the winter oasis in your living room. The fires that welcome stories and Christmas excitement and tranquil naps on the green armchair.  It’s the peacekeeper between the Golden Delicious and that peach in the wooden bowl. The futile fight for my attention: I’m…
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Quick Update: 7th March 2017
Quick Update: 7th March 2017
Just a quick update before I share today’s poem: I understand that I’ve not been keeping up with sharing my writing, mostly my poetry. I apologise for what could be some lengthy absences, but time is pretty limited in my final term of University. So hopefully, this will continue no longer than late May, after everything is said and done. I’ve also been working out some ideas for some new content,…
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Just for a moment...
Just for a moment…
… imagine you had taken your favourite shirt. You absorb its smell, like how you drained the hard-earned wealth from your unsuspecting parents. …imagine the flames that dance from your oven, lighter or burned-out passions of childhood. Imagine them, dying. dying like your secret hope of immortality. …imagine those flames envelop your shirt. You drop it in a panic, blinded by its lemon-sour smoke.…
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Chargue
Disconnecting your phone from its cable is a sign that the stir-crazy phase of the month is about to pass. Taking a friend’s scarred phone from your cable feels like the end of a camping trip, without the crackling of burning branches, gummy marshmallows and you are left to clean up their mess. Disconnecting the phone, imprisoned in its cheap christmas case, that belongs to that of whom can…
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