Autobiography

Cherry

preparing for re-hab

About to cross America in 12 hours on a technological miracle burning blackened dinosaur fossils Good insurance, good research, worries, hopes, pear sake, marijuana, pain-pills to keep me

Descent

The best part about hard times is the poetry it inspires

Uncommited

Take me Away Before you push me over the edge

The man inside me (I get the double meaning)

This is an ode to you, my man, the man inside my eyes The man I owe my life to, who will never leave my side
Cherry

I Write... Therefore I Am

High-schools and universities, friends and classes and reputations, gentle lovers, beautiful lovers, abusive, deceitful lovers, drug highs and drug lows, almost nazi-style jails
Cherry

After You

I'm spinning back round, banging my fists on the door. I want to go back. I WANT TO GO BACK! There are sirens in my head, screaming: "Relapse... RELAPSE!"

On the day he left

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Cherry

Paper Dreams

(Edit) Put the paper napkins in a drawer, now summer is done.

Progress

We progress under the hammers strike, but are we truly ourselves?

Talking to Camera

but every time you either stumble over your lines, a police car screeches past or someone creeps into the back of the shot

Sheet shapes

I hold my life up like a sheet, look through it and see lovers lives shape; rectangle, rhombus, nonagon. I make holes - run my tongue along flatness. Do sums, my heart is heptagon,
Cherry

Just a terrifying test

The first two lines of this poem are re-phrasing of a Katherine Symmonds poem from the pamhplet 'Snug' Don't ring me on Sundays to tell me about flatmates and weekends

An Introduction to Me

A short abstraction of my life.
Cherry

Awareness

Just who the hell Do you think you are? In your house that is so Twee Just who the hell Do you think you are? You are NO more different than ME Just because
Cherry

Anniversary

This time last year, I was in Moscow - trapped in a vast snow globe - and half way across a continent from you.

A druken walk home

Hope you realise That you ruined my night. I didn't do anything And you know it. Why is it so difficult To leave me well alone? Why is it so hard? You hurt me And you know it. You hurt me,

What Price

what price is heaven what price is hell i dont know i just here you yell what price are feelings i cant tell cause all i do is hear you yell oh i know at the start
Poem of the week

Voyager

(i) Voyager in his long coat and valance hat uncovering the caulked boat among the reeds. Like a sodden cardinal he unfolds the blade, hides it within the binding of his pouch.

Measure for Measure

Death penalties, Saudi law casualties, working visas castanets, the call to prayer the closed book, the swift glance, the overlook. Measure for measure, the law holds firm, one punishment
Gold cherry

Frozen

'Why me?' I asked waking 500 years in the future
Cherry

Dear Diary ...

Dank, dark and drizzly this November afternoon;
Cherry

Ambition

Ambition is like a bumbling tourist guide you have no idea where it will take you.
Cherry

Hall of Mirrors (Durham Ramblings)

I'm good at brooding. Seriously, no one can brood quite like me - when I'm sat on a nameless bench and the sky is just as moody.

NATURES WAY.

A Sparrow Hawk feeding from my kithcen Window, in the garden on Saturday evening.

Police Course/ Burning Down the Banisters

I could say it was a rebellion, A school kids revolution. That we were fighting against the system, Factory processed children; or The failure of Government to better education,

BBC

Our Breakfast

The Kite

The kite it soared
Cherry

Siren!!

Mercedes-Benz fire engines in the bleak-deserted half-dark hangars are patiently waiting in echoes, polished to mirrors. A few men are still playing at cards and darts, there’s a chess game going.

The Darkness 2

The water was instantly upon his flesh, soaking straight through, and possibly ruining, his work trousers.
Cherry

The Question

This is a question of whom to blame And how we make our money. This is a question of how much shame We are willing to endure, For a word that is only that, A pretence of a feeling.

You Know I Lack Technique

Under the avenues you licked me thin, stole my appetite and left nothing but your split peach mouth. Stalking supple vowels in silence I threw rocks at black faced garages, hoped their cry

The Optician

My mother, always an embarrassment to me, takes me to the Optician. I am thirteen and have recently been unable to see the blackboard at school without squinting.

Tomorrow Begets Another Tomorrow

Procrastination is the thief of time Postpone actions Relegate them to tomorrow Tomorrow begts another tomorrow Will be our woe Don't want to bring sorrow Action delayed Justice postponed

My life of passion

To be more accurate my life has consisted of a series of passions. Putting them roughly in date order, my first love was sailing model yachts on the pond in my father’s back garden.

Mondays

One more story in my tales of many A sad dis heartened man with tales-a-plenty Taking a stroll through his \/illage of choice Proclaiming to all who will head this \/oice I am down, pick me up

sleeping man

This is a long shot to an intoxication, fully concious, full head. A man sleeps rough ever so drained. Through his blood and veins, the earth is still awake and he lays, still,feeble.

i am a book

I close my eyes and i am a book with pages full of wonder. I see new things and people there I reach for the stars and skys and beon i am in the link. i am the print on the page

Motherly Moon (For Will)

He is the Sun who lights up her world, chasing the shadows away where they hide in vain. She is the moon who returns his light when all is dark, painting him with his own glow.

Shadows & Ghosts:The Final Story(3)

Mr X was traced To a detention centre By an intrepid reporter Who persevered Survived to tell his Horrendous tales These tales are From Mr X's hamlets The reporter confirmed

Here, am I?

When we lose our way

Ramblings of a Teenage Politician Prologue

Maybe it was luck that made me President of my class or maybe it was fate. Whatever it was that got me to where I am today, here I stand before you president of my class and a leader at my school.
Cherry

Woman

On tacky, lino floor, huddled in a corner...
Gold cherry

St Ives, Summer 1993

This is becoming an annual event a celebratory ritual; another Cornish idyll. In Topsham Devon a job ends, the rain spills, I paint all night, sleep all day.
Cherry

Five A.M.

I wake at five a.m. and remember immediately where I am. The corners of my mouth tilt upwards in the darkness in a secret smile.

Boundaries

Acknowledgements from a beginner who now has different eyes...

The Cold Calculated Cut of Teeth

Long haired girls skin tomatoes with their teeth at the bus stop beneath underpass. I can’t tell you what they wear, the colour of their hair, or numbers at the gathering.
Cherry

I Won't Grow Up

You know how when you get older You’re supposed to be grown-up? You’re not supposed to still want to play Lego Or drink out of a Mister Men cup. You’re supposed to build a career
Cherry

School Doctor

I stand there dressed only in my regulation school knickers. I am shivering and ashamed as, although I am eleven years old, I still have no breasts.
Cherry

Penance in the Woods

Delware unveiled his tale of what he'd done to the cat, some time last year. This was one of his grim tales of vivisection for kicks. The tool of his trade was a rusty piece of barbed wire.

Shark

Were you eaten by sharks, I would be sad, You would not be sad, You would be dead, So avoid the sharks, I don’t feel like being sad For the sake of a full shark.
Story of the week

The Prize

Alexis Hamilton’s love life closely mirrors the comedy of errors in the E.M. Forster classic, A Room with a View. But where the fictional heroine, Lucy, elopes to Italy with her lover,...

shade of grey depression

It's like a dark and guilty secret, a reality you can't really share... because when you do, people get upset and search and search for simple answers, and it just isn't like that.
Cherry

Living with trains

Morning breaks As sweet bird songs lure me Forgetting that nature fakes It's prelude to the real overture. So I wait For the first train, Moving soft and swift,

The Blues

We have a new housemate called Batman. Batman is a mouthwash blue Budgerigar; he lives in the living room next to my favourite armchair. Paul is teaching him to say dirty words.
Cherry

Very good decision

I hope when you look at me, you think, complete. She is someone whose credit, balances, she likes socialising, remembers birthdays says meaningful things always answers her mobile

Behind the Smile

a suprising end to a cautionary tale

Bangkok

a cautionary tale
Cherry

Simon Armitage at the Gala Theatre

Like two giddy schoolgirls, off to fawn over rock stars at Wembley, Alice and I half-run, half-stumble, down Elvet Hill. Fast leaving St Mary's behind, we are town centre-bound.