Original art and poetry by Kate Briggs-Price, freelance film maker and Masters Student.
Hold my hand That's all I ask While I flick through the channels in my head And find the one with the Purple butterflies I like that one It makes me happy The trees grow tall And the flowers spring up from the floor And I follow the paths To the rabbit hole And follow… Continue reading Purple Butterflies
Content warning: suicide and mental health. By an anonymous author. You all say your door is always open, but whenever I use it I am given critical readings Or taken as a piece of gossip Or disappointment. I am a pain on your existence, like an audiobook that speaks but is never heard. I am… Continue reading Self-Suicide
I reside in a perpetual state Caused by staying up late From leaving open the gate To my brain where dark entities can enter And entice bleak musings from the middle of my Mind. A state that makes my body ache And rattle from the pills that I take To keep myself from staying awake… Continue reading I’m So Tired
We will be okay. At least, that’s what they say. It might be hard to believe now, And you might be thinking, but how? I think we will though, And in this time, we will grow. We will learn of a new way to exist, Something we may initially resist. We… Continue reading We Will