Autobiography

Cherry

The One Called Dulcie

(Re-edit 7/10/2011) What colour - Mother's bouquet? I'd ask her myself, but that's another story.

Rebellious

It is good to be rebellious with one's friends...
Cherry

the "madwoman"

19 and just off an overdose of sleeping pills, watching odd comedies slightly chubby and scantily clad on a spartan sofa in a white sanitarium for the deranged...

treading water

early October leaves are turning to color bars and falling slowly like T.V. memes on my daydream mind wearing a crown of quarks, Shiva's in decadence shoes dancing away the romance blues
Cherry

Like a Sentry it Stood...(I.P.)

At the end of a long, dark hall – a grandfather clock.

Teenage Complicity

When my parents argue, I go to the car and listen to The Dark Side of The Moon at full volume.

Untitle

Why does my heart gently wipsWhile I am chasing my own dreams I want to know what you know I want to know If I can get over me If you can get simplicity Why does my hart gently wips

How things work

This happened to me earlier today.

the space between us

the space between us like the cold blackness between stars the depressive air between different mind zones We contort it with a hug; I slice it with coffeespoons. Lovers, friends, and family

Are you

Are you to lonely tonight All you have to keep you Company tonight Is the moonlight Do you reach where my head once lays To you long For it to be That way Again
Cherry

Things are okay right now and hopefully it will be like this for a while

I make a note of another dinner party on the calendar on my office wall and look at the paintings

I Try

Standing alone before the world, I try To justify existence, to recall The things I've done to make someone else smile But I can't remember. I try to think that I was happy once,
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No Time for Space

No Time for Space Swept the sky with a witches broom And polished the black marbled clouds I fell asleep on a marshmallow moon All wrapped up in stardust shroud Life is so much better here

All i heard is rain

Oh why do I feel mix up again It the middle of the night I can here the heavy rain Out side boing off the cars And they go by. On it’s nearly 3am I start to feel

something to erase

i'd like something to erase all the happiness you caused me all the nirvana we caused us so that you become someone a faceless entity that doesn't hurt me doesn't burn me anymore

worlds conquered.

i wish oh god i wish... i wish i never fell in love with you. i stand tall proud, and un-nerved i stand free buildings demolished babylon rejuvenated worlds conquered.

This Really Happened

Have you ever had bad thoughts?

Looking Back

Writing letters is not so common nowadays. I remember the days before email, when waiting for the next letter from your girlfriend was agony.

I Don't Understand

You used to ask me why I said that Or why I did that. And I used to say, 'To make you get annoyed' Or 'So you would shout at me' But it wasn't true.. I think I said that or did that

The Best Kind of People

I once stripped nights away with silks wrapped in all the correct places; Never advertising, simply suggesting. Manicured to a sharpness that cut passersby, my entrance whispered.

Unresolved Dream

Cairn Terriers fly from tree to tree, feathered wings start to appear

Hard Life

The hard life of a young adult

Sam

Through the eyes of a student on a gap year, romance

Lost

I must admit I am Lost inside myself. I don't know how to get out, I've thrown away the key and it's about to storm. Help! I may drown into the dawn. Shall I be ashamed

Eish! London April 6

Chapter two of the escapdes in London. Supply teaching agencies. Finding a home. Living with new people...
Cherry

Eish! London 2 - 12 March

A foreigner in London, see, think, hear, smell, the attractions and distractions from someone else's eyes...
Cherry

The Walls

For Tahrir on the 9-month anniversary of January 25th.
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The Effect of Resonance

The effect of resonance is a sipping of her, sipping of here, sipping through hands; hands, cupped bone as years pour scores in an over flowing rhythm. It is a diaphragm of breathe, bathing

Light Eater

Reworked version. Hopefully improved.
Cherry

Year of the Rabbit

Reluctant partners in this, yet to come to terms with, death thing.

Ashes to ashes

‘Don’t touch that!’ The pickup truck had a fancy paint job, lowered suspension, chrome exhaust stacks, naked women on the radiator, chrome running boards, an eight cylinder engine

The Art of Kissing Concrete

I fell for you.... and in return you stole my senses. I lay prostrate feeling your cold hardness as you tore at my clothes and my flesh. You ruined me... And afterwards I rose unsteadily

When I See Your Face…

My eyes light up, A smile is instant, I bounce with excitement, When I see your face, In a crowded room, It’s all that I see, My pulse begins to quicken, When I see your face,
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Mea Culpa

Do you know what? Undressing you’s more like undoing a sack of potatoes!

At A Stand Still

On the platform where we watched The last train home depart, You with silence in your eyes And I a broken heart A voice announced none would arrive To let our sadness leave

At A Stand Still

On the platform where we watched The last train home depart, You with silence in your eyes And I a broken heart A voice announced none would arrive To let our sadness leave

End of Term

An image of pupils outside the gates; Bright blown leaves beneath a tree.

A GOOSE CALLED GERTIE

The goose was given to us to fatten up for Christmas but as the day drew near, Gertie saved our skins, so what were we do?
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Holding a pair of last year's trousers

“That was the day I realised” he'll tell Matthew Wright on Channel 5. An anecdote about a patio chair snapping in two.
Cherry

Some chips and a pint

he's not waiting for someone if he was he'd have checked his phone or watch or looked over his shoulder

Death is not the end

Death is not the end… It’s a portal through which we all must go; And face the sacred mystery of the eternal light. That precious sacred kingdom of the lonely lunatic,

F**k You

lol.... This was written when I was 18 years old. Needless to say, that was a LONG time ago ;)

Awake my soul (in memory of Pinda)

Digging in the garden, mud smeared on my face like a solider, Carefree and innocent, my feet submerged in dirt, Flowers, flying free like extensions of my arms,
Cherry

She'll break your heart

Nothing beats being inconsolable seeing my friends worried faces, not knowing how to deal with me. 'I've never seen him like this,' I want them to say as I am writhing on the floor, howling,
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Running

when I’m going away- I fold myself onto trains slotting my luggage between gaps- that seem to shrink as I touch them. I think about you and glance between the carriages.

AM I GREEN

Am I green just a little frog jumped in the salad bag maybe it was cold or just a bit sad Hid behind the leaves hoped he would woudn't be seen when Molly got home undone the polythene
Cherry

Jesus is My Friend

And now comes my reward

Watching Telly

Knew I'd get it in the end.

too many xrays....

silent slow killers

Will Nobody Buy My Book?

The perils of self-publishing.
Cherry

Flowers With Peckles

I slept with Ryan Giggs and Uri Geller, but not at the same time.
Cherry

Buying dishwasher tablets

But the thing about praying, they used to tell us at Sunday School. is that it cannot be selfish
Cherry

The funk

never having trusted anyone enough with a spare key for never getting to know my neighbours

Their Their

Guvment come and took my baby.
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Quite

I will write you no poems to tell you how alarming familiarity is. No ways to tell about knee plate earthquakes, how your ego grew tannin roses. All mirrors are motorways
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Rembrandt

John Gammyleg has been sent to the Gulags.
Cherry

cats come to me

Why is it cats come to you sometimes?

Like What My Father Said

I stir the news, trying to mix the creamy fluff with all these dark brewings; an attempt to blend something closer to the truth than what I am drinking in. "Amnesty International,