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Letter to the Living

An old man realises his life on writing before his final breath.

A short tale about old people

A short tale about old people

Fish on Friday

Something fishy was going on ...

Damaged

The way my stepgrandfather took away my ability to love.

One Summer's Night

A story about the effects a bottle of spilt perfume can have on a city.

Weekend People

I sit alone waiting, Yet no one comes. The silence and the darkness, They draw in, They stalk me, waiting for their time. If they smell fear they...

Being You

Being you, That would be a joy, Not only the talent and the brains to succeed, But the will and desire as well. Being you, I would have a new incite...

My Return

On my return will you remember? On my return will you rejoice or denounce? On my return will you listen? On my return will you stand with me together...

The War

Death marches over me, as easily as gravity holds us to this planet. I accept its embrace like an old friend, my body receives it like a lover. I lie...

Success

Success was something that didn't belong to me, it was in other people's possession. I could not borrow success, nor buy it. To me success spent its...

A Reply to the Girlfriend

Women can lower the toilet seat too, if its up put it down. Its true, I don't think about you all the time, get used to it. Football is a religion,...

In The Presence of Legends

I have probably wronged them all, but still they stand firm. The strain on my life, testing those around, and revealing those true to me. Their...

You and Me

I did not bring you here, You delivered yourself. The only plan you followed, Was your own. I did not compel you, Or tell you to build. I gave you...

One Day

One day there will be peace on this earth, There will be no war, no conflict, No shedding of blood. There will be no fear, no need for redemption,...

My love poem

The best this stone-hearted being could create.

Unfinished

Unfinished songs left in unfinished drawers At some unfinished time Left unfinished by an unfinished man Taken away for some unfinished crime...

The Day All The Men Bought Roses

Do you remember that&;#063;

Anyone for tennis

a humerous story with a twist in the TAIL

Blame

Is the taste Of so many soured promises. Moving under a tongue like the one by one Bumps of a spine. Neck - you claimed you never knew Between the...

Underskin

You are seated in my bed In a ride of careless linen. You are smoking and you don't know I Am unskinned. The pillows pretend to be friends Lying...

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