Writer – Poet – Human
I swallow your sweet nectar forever changing my landscape forgetting everything most relevant whilst staring at an expression most vacant. What are you? Who was I before you came to me? How do you manage to encapsulate me so easily? Is this a test or some cruel form of trickery? Questions remain unanswered yet, I …
I remember when you got me a Spectrum computer friends shared games copying tape to tape ignoring copyright piracy we lived like gangsters. I remember when you made me play football I was shit yet you still found me a team and I played for your affection despite all criticism. I remember when half a …
See me naked then take away my damaged skin allow your fingers to penetrate until you find my heart lost within. When you have found me please let me know so that I can live help me realise there is so much more that I can give. Deep inside of me lives a being so …
Every day, I take the same journey, A dull struggle to reach where I need to be, fighting against the constant flow of tedium, whilst attempting to maintain a sense of focus. Every day, I stare hard at the mirror, resenting the image presented before me, crawling into my sheltered world of false security, adding …
Spirit adorned in black descends upon me consuming my fragile and worthless mind forcing me to repent from within. Hours spent listening to sermons failed to heal my tattered soul raising more questions than answers I'm seduced by the serpent once more. Holy Mother why do you let me bleed? why didn't you embrace me …
I look up at the stars and wonder, will they have a place for me? I doubt that they will, as I do not believe in them anymore. I tend to look downwards these days, staring into the abyss of blackness, waiting for the fiery underlord, to welcome me into the darkness. I hear him …
It all started with a fist. Projected with force against my sweet cheek, propelling claret liquid outward, against my shirt, the floor and those who stood near. Despite their cheer, mostly formed by fear, I doubt they would really want to be near, what was to become. For let me be truthful, the bully was …
