A modern poem on a fly in my room, and the nature of the human mind.

There Is A Fly In My Room

A Poem

There is a fly in my room.
It doesn’t know it’s a fly.
It isn’t.
That’s just the name I’ve given him.
Or her.
It’s hard to tell.
It flies around like it’s looking for something.
Perhaps a way out.
Like us,
buzzing around all day trying to escape our own fears of what will happen if we don’t keep on buzzing.
Buzzing has its place.
But it doesn’t have to be constant.

– Adam Oakley

The Blueprint

Forget what they told you
you should be.
A man living in the blueprint of another
is like a snake trying to slide into another’s dead skin.
Forge your own way,
your own path,
your own sound,
your own voice,
flavoured by those you’ve admired,
but never governed by it.

– Adam Oakley


“Don’t try” – Charles Bukowski.

There is a balance between turning up, willing to work, and then being open enough for creativity to flow through you, rather you trying to control it Continue reading “Try”


I was becoming fed up of struggling. I realised on that bed that I had been struggling my whole life. When I was born I was struggling to stay in, to stay in the comfort of that womb that protected me from the world, and once I was forced to leave, there were responsibilities I had to take on.

Continue reading “Ageing”