dont let me get drunk here tonight dont let me get drunk here tonight I'ma fuck some shit up take out some blade tell some lie that it's fine I told you not to hide while I laid in your bed and cried fucked up and still whiskey couldn't take away the chill of your … Continue reading We Can’t Fly
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I Wrote A Book (update)
So, it’s happening! My book is becoming a reality. I’m actually going to see my book in print. Don’t get me wrong I still have a lot to do, images to select, edit and place, a few sections to thin down or bulk up but for the most part it is all coming together and … Continue reading I Wrote A Book (update)
Dopey
Confiding in me sat in KFC, the woman he had been dating had been hot and cold for weeks now. It was late, he had been working as usual, I still remember the look in his eyes as they searched my face for answers. "just get rid of her and pull yourself together" I advised, … Continue reading Dopey
Mr Gluttony
In the eye of the storm, In the belly of the beast, You sat at my table, You had food to eat, I stood there politely, I watched with blue eyes, You spat it back at me, Oh what a surprise, Now back in the kitchen, I made something else, Laid it before you, Can't … Continue reading Mr Gluttony
The Words – bathe
I bathe my bones in a bath of salt White foam bubbles through my teeth I wonder out to the place we met Sand and shells beneath my feet Seagulls cry above my head Sharks do circle around my waist I stand still in our meeting place Hollow eyes search for your face
The Book – i sank
This is a post about me, my right now. I took a break, or some may say I broke, maybe it’s both? life got in the way or maybe it was a lack of life? Who knows, either way I needed to stop. Writing and putting this book together has not been easy, I dug … Continue reading The Book – i sank
The Words – hate me, please
Hate me Chew on my bones and spit me out Make this easier for me You punish me with your kindness I know its love but hate me, please I punched a hole into your chest and ripped out your heart Are you not mad? Are you not bitter? As you tape your ribs back … Continue reading The Words – hate me, please
The Story – he was 53
I messed up, I had left it too long and then it was too late. I was on my bus to work when I got the call, I was the first to arrive and I sat alone. I felt so small. He was always alright, and he was always in and out of hospital so … Continue reading The Story – he was 53
The Book – falling into place
Everything was falling into place, I started marking each piece of text with Spring, Summer, Autumn or Winter depending on the mood of the writing, this was tough because as with any type of text it can be interpreted in a thousand ways! The scary part was the huge contrast between the quantity of Autumn … Continue reading The Book – falling into place
The Story – dead
I’m 16 and it’s the heat of summer. I am loving life, I have friends all around me and I'm going to house parties nonstop. Kissing guys against piles of bricks, laughing louder than I ever had before and enjoying my youth to the full. I met a guy at college, I was shy and … Continue reading The Story – dead
