'Jaded', a poem by Liam McMillan.
Jaded
Perfectionism: Setting Myself up for Failure
How setting myself unrealistic goals has hindered progress. It happens every January: After the hedonistic Christmas period has left me feeling deflated emotionally, and inflated physically, I sit down to write my New Year’s resolutions, or as I call it the "Do More" list. More out of a misplaced sense of guilt, (and a dash... Continue Reading →
The Boy on the Hill
The Boy on the Hill - A Poem by Liam McMillan
Book Club: April 2018
Since I've been reading a lot more this year I thought I would start a feature on what I've read recently, what I'm currently reading, and what I'll be reading soon. I'm always up for recommendations and book swaps so feel free to message me or chat in the comments section! Read: Conversations with Friends... Continue Reading →
Alcohol, Sobriety and Perfectionism.
Lessons learned from being sober (and subsequently not).
Musings on Death (and other irrational fears).
I awake in the night as the fear swoops down and clutches my chest, breath stolen as they draw closer, words turning to ash in my mouth. Paralysed beneath sheets I am fixated on ephemeral movements in the shadows; they have come for me again. The cold smoke of their limbs wrap around me and... Continue Reading →
Stranger
To fall in love With a Stranger. Brain nonplussed, Flustered By a love already lost, Heart becoming Lackluster. A fading face Turning to dust Around a corner, The ghost of a love Stolen unjustly.
Shelter
On this night I seek no shelter Only idle wandering Embracing the rain and hail The pin prick sharpness on skin A reminder that I am cast betwixt The ebb and flow of space and time
Hiding in Plain Sight
And I think that tonight I lost something that I will never get back. But no one will know, for the smile fools all except the wisest. Could they hear the glass shatter at my feet? It echoes in my ears still, Reverberating through my once thick skull Now frail and cracked Insides seeping out... Continue Reading →
Detached 