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Lady Trewlany

Hong Kong

13
Theatre/ Broadway geek
Writer
Poet
Public Speaker
Actor
Dog Lover
LGBTQ+ Activist

Message from Writer

Be you!

Published Work

A Girl Named Theo

A girl named Theo
Is tall like a skyscraper
She holds the world in her hands
And never thinks it’s heavy

A girl named Theo
Has hair streaked with sunshine
And it billows in the wind
Like it has its own set of wings

A girl named Theo
Wear flannels and doesn't seem to care
When the rest of the world laughs
At her edgy sense of style

A girl named Theo
Has a soft nose and sharp eyes
That hold a flame of courage
That never seems to die

A girl named Theo
Dances like no one else is there
And smiles like she know the biggest secret
But she can’t tell anyone

A girl named Theo 
Kisses like each one is her last
And she laughs like church bells
On a cold Christmas morning

A girl named Theo
Is bold, brave and beautiful
But she doesn’t care
What people think of her

When I hear stories of Theo ...

#sixlittlestories

try to dance on broken glass.

#sixlittlestories

try to dancing on broken glass.

Happiness

They say that happiness will find you
They say that you are not alone
They tell you to take some time off
And let your millions of thoughts brew

They say that happiness will find you
If only you reach out your hand
But what if you're not strong enough
To lift your fingers into to view

They say that happiness will find you
But I think that sadness can too
And just when you think you've found ground
It opens holes and you fall through

They say that happiness will find you
But what if you can only find it
In other people's approval
And sometimes they don’t make do

They say that happiness will find you
But even if you are loved by all
You won't be truly contented
Unless you love yourself for you

They say that happiness will find you 
But they what they really mean
Is that you have to go and find it
Yourself

You Are

You are not a name
Or a height 
Or weight or gender
You are not an age
Or sexuality 
You are not where you are from
You are the thoughts in your head
You are your favourite songs
And the things you think about at night
You are your actions and words
And what you have for dinner
On a Sunday night
You are a thousand things
But everyone chooses to see
The million things you are not

Upon A Hill

I sat perched upon a hill
And watched the sun fade away
As the front marched on their way
To more battles and bloodshed
I sat perched upon a hill
And gazed into the distance
Unaware of existence
Lamenting the times gone by
I sat perched upon a hill
Above a million lost souls
And a thousand endless holes
Where people used to chatter
Once upon a distant time 
I sat perched upon a hill

Never Trust A Mirror

Never trust a mirror
It only goes skin deep
It doesn't show how your eyelashes
Flutter as you drift off to sleep
Never trust a mirror
It shows just a fraction
Of what I see every time your
Eyes light up the sky with passion
Never trust a mirror
For it doesn't show how your
Perfectly full lips twitch before 
You smile when you sit by my door
Never trust a mirror
It just gives you self doubt
It doesn't show your deep earthy eyes
That seem to go on forever
Or your kind left dimple
I only see some nights
Lying on the couch at midnight
When we whisper to each other
Or the way that your curves
Fit perfectly with mine
Your reflection cannot tell you
Everything you mean to me
Never trust a mirror
It only shows your skin
If you think it dictates your worth
Then It's time you looked within

Inside Me

There are so many things inside me
That are trapped in a binding cage
They scream and shout in silence
And they fight to break free
They are the colour of the Earth
Dark red and deep and fresh
And they run like a river of blood
Through all my many veins
They try to form some words
But it seems there aren’t enough
Letters in the alphabet for them
So one day they just can’t take it
And they burst out in warm
Raw tears 
On my 
Pale
White
Face

Mask

Your words will forever pierce me
And my heart will forever bleed
The deep red of who I must be
So you can like and love and laugh
At the mask, I wear to be free
Underneath the deep pretty eyes
Is someone you don't want to see

Forever Scarred

I stumbled upon a soldier, face submerged in blood
I thought how long he’d laid there, before the lone gunshot
His face was pale with shock, as white as the falling snow
I hoped he died in glory, and till the end, he fought

Jonny touched my shoulder, yet no warmth I felt
I stood and left the soldier, the front must move on
Yet I lingered for a moment, wishing he would breathe
But he laid as still as stone, into the rising dawn

I snapped my head forward and marched into the mist.
My heart forever scarred, his would never grow older
I pulled the trigger on my gun, awaiting the sergeant’s call
Fire! I tried but my hands were as still as that soldier

A Taste of Lonliness

We only get one life. One chance to make a difference in this unfair world. Yet I squandered my only chance. My only life.
Let me start from the beginning, the day I abandoned the only home I knew, the day my world turned upside down.    
“Ming, my boy, come downstairs, there’s someone to see you!”
       My mother's sweet voice wafted through my bedroom door, filling the space with her gentle words. I heaved myself out of bed, put on my finest silk garments and descended the stairs. A tall, gangly, man, about twice my age, stood at the door, dressed like he had been at sea for months. My nostrils stung from his putrid body odour and his cold black eyes stared back at me, penetrating into my mind as if he was reading my deepest thoughts. 
      Then he began to speak and with only a few words, he offered me a thrilling adventure: a chance...

It was as if I'd been here before...

    It was as if I’d been here before, something about the simple room seemed to
echo a moment in my past. The wallpaper, red with tiny white flowers, the ageing armchair with a stain on the seat, the glass vase with strikingly beautiful orchids, they all seemed like a portal into my past; what struck me most was the butterfly cage. It was tall, slim, and fragile as if it would shatter into a million pieces with one wrong move. There were no butterflies in it, just beautiful depictions of them, flapping their vibrant wings as they flew around the porcelain walls of the cage.
    I stood there, dumbfounded. I thought I had moved on from my past, I thought this journey was leading me away from my terrible childhood, but alas, I had ended up right where I started. The details were slowly coming back to me piece by piece, but they were fogged up by years of...

The Sea

The sea was calm, it was quiet, it was serene. It was silent, but the silence was loud. It was a snake slithering into my fragile ears, piercing me with its deadly venom, slowly destroying me from the inside out. The madness was unbearable.
The waves, crashed onto the shore, the sound forever repeating in my ears like one continuous feedback loop. Each wave a tiny needle cutting my ear with sharp, sudden pricks. I looked around, desperate for human connection, yearning for some kind of empathy, but there was no one for miles.
I turned to my tall, sleek, majestic horse, wishing she would talk to me, wishing she would penetrate the deadly silence. I heaved myself onto her chestnut back, settling into the saddle, and squeezing my legs together, begging her to whisk me away from this sullen place. Alas, she wouldn’t budge. She’d always been obdurate, but now, I needed her to obey me more than ever....

Flash Fiction Competition 2019

I am From

I am from
the places I go when
the rest of the world falls asleep
and the thoughts that invade my veins
with their slow, lethal waltzes of pain

I am from 
the way my feet fall on the snowy ground
the way my tears taste of the earth

I am from
the billions of stars
and the songs of the universe
watching as I stumble and watching
as I pick myself up again
even if my eyes are heavy
with crimson pain

I am from 
everywhere and 
I am from 
nowhere

Flash Fiction Competition 2019

I am From

I am from
the places I go when
the rest of the world falls asleep
and the thoughts that torment my veins
with their slow, lethal waltzes of pain

I am from 
the way my feet fall on the snowy ground
the way my tears taste of the earth

I am from
the billions of stars
and the songs of the universe
who watch as I stumble and watching
as I pick myself up again
even if my eyes are heavy
with crimson pain

I am from 
Everywhere and 
I am from 
Nowhere

Typing into a Broken Keyboard

My fingers fly across the keys
Pressing each one down with purpose
Spilling out my life onto these 
Dusty, broken, obsolete keys
Part of me knows this is stupid
But part of me wishes that out 
There someone is also wounded
And listening to my story
Even though I know it’s just me
Staring out into the night sky 
Slowly sipping a cup of tea
Eyes still heavy with crimson pain
My fingers dance across the keys
In a slow, lethal, waltz of hurt
Trembling lips and shaking knees 
And tears flooding onto the keys
I know my story isn’t heard
And I can’t do anything to 
Ease the earthy red heinous hurt
But type into a broken keyboard