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EROTIC DICK

It is not too hard on the light-heartedness.

TOUCH

I would bleed to feel your touch, Is it wrong to feel like this?

My Cigar Box

A boy's collection of memories

Missed

Ghosts Competition Entry

Two Monkeys

Secure your eyes Preclude your earshot Having trouble stalling speech Is terrestial diversity embittering your peach? Do the rebound of conclusions...

Eye for one

Listen to me and think what you will say, Because I only have eyes for one. Guess what, that's you. I don't really know myself well enough, To pursue this little game we play, But I know every time you smile I know you.

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Is this really me? Or am I a creation of my own? I find it hard to see just what I've become, I can't fight with my mind, Or cry at my soul, I can't...

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Crying, lying, cheating and trying, Hurting and cursing all over nothing. We live then we die, This gap in between is the thing we call life But why...

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after a bad patch

OOOOH, NO!

They will not become involved!

Fergus the Inventor

Silly inventions and a cat that couldn't care less

Four

The first of some occasional delves into my past

Nemesis

Love and Hell

Speechless

I'm a young child in pieces on the floor. Broken body; a casualty in someone else's war. Legs don't work, mouth won't work but my arms reach out for...

Memories and Thoughts

I sit here, playing with some beads. Meaningful music in the background. Tic, tac, beads clicking, cogs working. The roll back to the distant past,...

Trying to find a place

existentialism, as usual

Bonfire Night

Pieces of sweet-smelling ash tangle in my eyelashes; the bonfire still pretends to scorch me. Overhead, rockets bloom like overgrown stars. Sometimes I miscalculate, anticipating the brand on my skin.

No such place

There is no such place as Mnt Catherine, which rises, in oil (or acrylic) beyond roofs. There are non-existent trees growing in incomprehensible soil...

When I am at

Everyone knows this sound: The ever steady crunch on stone or gravel, those unprotected signs that mirror -everyone knows- Me, everyone knows me,...

Inside

Inside, the carpet ticks of old dust and forgotten table feet. The lamp on the shelf has dimmed almost to oblivion, sweet. Sometimes a chair creaks...

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