Author: Georgia Guppy

I am a 26 year old mental health and creative writer, using my personal experience of living with complex mental health issues to investigate and explore our psychological inner worlds. The human mind is the most powerful creative force there is and our lives are a process of constant discovery, growth and evolution. With insight and awareness, I believe every individual can uncover the magic in their unique combination of experiences, stories, skills and ideas to fulfil their potential and create a life that is meaningful to them. My aim is to provide support, hope and inspiration to others, so that we may all live as fully, progressively and purposefully as possible- and together create a better future.

Tuesday

In bed, broken
on a sunny afternoon
my hand stretched out
marble white, as if
to take a token.

All alone, now
out of sight
falling to
thirty-two degrees fahrenheit,
while idle spirits
and window light
dance about the room.

by Georgia Guppy

Tinder Date

The other day
I had a date
who made me want to nauseate:

Oh Ben,
this rhyme is just for you
because I saw through
your petty tactics-
which I broke like matchsticks.
Though you tried to be charming
I found you alarming
for I’m not a thing you can fling
along your dirty old string.

I know you think
you’ve got it all
but you’re about as sexy
as a common pub crawl;
and darling, I’m sparkling
like a vintage champagne
so I won’t let a drop of it
go down the drain.

by Georgia Guppy

Passerby Poem

Why oh why
must passersby
pass me by
with no ‘hello’
nor a ‘hi’?
But then I too
am a passerby
and I pass by you
and you pass by me
never to know
what might have been.

And why, oh why
is there no word
for stopandchatters
doublebackandnatters
or quickjabber-yakers?

Is it because
these not-there words show
what’s not-there
in our world?
Where we comply
with being just passersby
rather than wait and create
a fiveminute-mate
(who might turn out to be really great).

So hereby, next time I pass you by
and if I catch your eye,
I implore thee!
Why, oh why
should we not try and see
what else we could be?

by Georgia Guppy