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POEM: Anger's Clothes.

Hidden inside darkened closets.

Memories are made of this

I'm glad I commenced interviewing the residents of a small town in Finedon; it doesn't feel like six years since I began my project as a scribe

Pashmina

When I was cold I used to sneak to your scarf box. I’d comb your collection, select something that matched me and then wrap it around my brass neck. I would think of the Nepalese goat

Memories are made of this

We saved up oxo cube cartons in order to buy a football.

LEFT, RIGHT ?

leftover writing
Cherry

The Space Between

Retold as a Poem- as requested and worked with a little help from Scratch!!
Cherry

Tidal wave.

Guilt bound in candy wrappers; nightmares surrender as they are engulfed in torch light. The only friends I have are the reflections in the mirror, and they fucking hate me as well.
Cherry

Memories

I remember a German bomber flying over us!

Wake up people!

The Lump is back.
Cherry

Suburban Millionaire

Certificate 18.

The eyes have it ..

Just a thought, nothing drastic ..

Tanned Skin.

Hold tight your crucifix The gift of comfort of normality. And sharpen it to a point that stabs the deviant friend who ripped the nails from his palms and got drunk off the blood.

2 Poems : 'The Valiant Sun King' and 'The Sun Peers In A Classroom'

The rolling, golden bowling ball of sun shatters all the tall skittles of night; driving blackness back to oblivion with its amazing blades of blazing light.

Spring Forth

The axis of the earth rotates towards the sun; cold winters at an end; bold spring has just begun; a time to venture forth; for life to stretch its legs;

Flash Fiction – The Perfect Murder

I told her we would have to make it look like a break in, so she would have to dress up as a burglar

Tonight the wind is a bone-cutter

Gnawing away; at any internal natural peace. Any muscular sinew that hasn’t fallen- Off the bone and still begs for release…. `Is discarded dropped to earth like a dying petal?

The New House

Trevor is very excited to be out on his own,but it's not all he thinks it will be when he's woke up by a strange noise his first night there.

Elf’s came to shake the bluebells

Elf’s came to shake awake the bluebells But first had to leave; their warmth. It was a tiny house covered in snow. Hidden ever so well; from grizzly trolls…

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