DislexicPoet Notebook
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I Wasn’t Enough: When Giving Everything Still Isn’t Enough
There is a particular kind of heartbreak that doesn’t just leave you missing someone. It leaves you questioning yourself. I Wasn’t Enough came from that place—the aftermath of loving someone deeply, giving them everything you had, and still being left wondering why your love wasn’t enough to make them stay. The poem opens simply: “I…
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The Silent Blade: The Wounds No One Could See
Some wounds never leave a bruise. They don’t bleed. They don’t leave broken bones or scars that anyone else can point to. They settle quietly inside a person’s mind, shaping how they see themselves for years, sometimes for a lifetime. The Silent Blade was born from that truth. People often think the deepest pain comes…
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Poetry in a Northern Kitchen: From Scribbled Notes to a First Draft
There are moments in writing that feel bigger than they probably look to anyone else. Today was one of those moments. Every poem for Poetry in a Northern Kitchen is now typed onto my laptop and sitting together in its very first draft. Today marks an important milestone. The first draft of Poetry in a…
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He Asked Permission: When Love Respects Rather Than Controls
Some of the most meaningful words we ever hear aren’t grand declarations. They’re the quiet ones. The ones that make us feel safe. He Asked Permission came from thinking about what healthy love really looks like. Not the kind we often see in films or read about in novels, where someone sweeps another person off…
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Behind the Smile: The Faces We Never Really See
Poetry in a Northern Kitchen by DislexicPoet: Some people smile because they’re happy. Others smile because they’ve become experts at hiding the pain. Behind the Smile came from thinking about how easy it is, to assume someone is doing well simply because they look as though they are. A smile can become armour. A way…
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Poetry in a Northern Kitchen: Hidden Stories in Old Photographs
There is something magical about old photographs. Not because they’re perfect—they rarely are. They’re faded, creased, tucked into biscuit tins, old albums, or sitting quietly in frames on mantelpieces. Some have names written on the back. Others have none at all. Yet every one of them holds a story. We tend to look at the…
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# The Invisible Spot on the Wall: The Mind’s Way of Surviving
Some memories don’t stay with us because of what happened. They stay because of one small detail. For me, it was a white spot on the wall. The Invisible Spot on the Wall came from a real memory from my childhood, when I lived in a place of neglect and trauma. My only escape was…
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I Saw Him Lose Control: When Fear Enters the Room
Some moments divide life into two parts: before they happened, and after. I Saw Him Lose Control is about emotional and physical abuse within the family home. Abuse doesn’t just affect one person; it affects the entire family unit, leaving scars that remain long after the shouting has stopped and the broken pieces have been…
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The Story Behind Guilty
The Story Behind Guilty Some emotions don’t belong to us. They were handed to us by someone else. That was the thought that stayed with me while writing Guilty. For many people who have lived through emotional abuse, manipulation, neglect, or controlling relationships, guilt becomes a constant companion. You begin apologising for things that were…
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The Smile: When Memories Reach Back
Some photographs are more than paper. They become time capsules, quietly holding versions of ourselves that no longer exist. A single smile, a familiar face, or the way the light fell across a moment can transport us back in an instant. The Smile came from wondering what would happen if a photograph could give something…