nate-bradshawWhisper

Jamaican

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'Anecdotes of Strangers'I’m looking down at my worn-out air force 1’s, / while I’m sitting on the bus awaiting my weekly neck-choking at my job. / I notice that I’m trampling a fake pearl necklace and overused copy of the ‘Metro’ detailing that there’s a million pounds to be won in today’s lottery.

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'Lenses'the little thinker, / conscience by trade, / the small white lies,

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'Black Coffee'**Barefoot, and exhausted she enters the plantation,** / *The sound of leather loafers move towards the counter,* / **Decadent heat swells across her forehead making sweat shiver down her temples,**

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'Ode to SocialNetworking'I’ve never been a member of the blue-place, / for longer than 30 minutes, / before abusing the deactivate button,

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'Nite, Nite'Consumed by the deprivation of sleep, / suffocated by the notion of non-existence, / and the thought of not waking up,

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@nate-bradshaw

Whisper

Jamaican

Joined 2011

17 + fulltime procrastinator, sometime poet, sometime actor, sometime activist, sometime director most of my ramblings are the source of endless bus journeys in London (surrey to be more exact) in which I am forced to stare into space instead of the mindless concrete and drones escaping their jobs. I love how people from all walks of lives, opposing dispositions and beliefs, differing nationalities are all brought into an enclosed space in which they must briefly unify. An odd thing that no1 ever seems to comment on, is the fact that black boys always sit on the back of the bus, and me ever the idealist wants to change that, even if that means huddling up next an elderly woman. I just get pissed by the fact that Rosa Parks campaigned the whole of her life and was even arrested so that ethnic people didn't have to sit at the back of bus and be segregated, and yet so many people willingly carry this on. http://natesdocumentary.tumblr.com/