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A short tale of a man who no one knew

Last Kiss Before Dawn

I cried when I recieved his kiss -Vulgar in my mouth. Tears ran down my face, silent as dead -Tears of my own. Sadness for loss, hole in my soul. -Missing...something.

What They Always Say.

No use crying Over spilt milk. Drips, streams, stinks It's still there Soaking the carpet. IT'S STILL THERE. No use crying Over spilt milk? Then why, is it STILL THERE?

Serenity, calling.

Snow falls silently. Slipping serenely Like streams of sadness Down my face, like tears. Quiet is the land, all alone. I am okay, all alone Slipping serenely Into the snow.

For Winter days

Fainting by consent.

I Ain't Being Racialist, Innit?

This season it’s cool to wear leggings, Especially with a long top For playsuits, the girls are all begging And scouring the floor of Top Shop; They’re telling us all to get thinner -

Dave The Lobster Boy

Written in frustration after being told told to write a poem about an artwork of my choice in the Surrealism room of the Tate Modern. I chose the Lobster on a Telephone thing.
Cherry

An Open Letter To Russell Brand

Dear Russell Brand Oh Russell, oh Russell, let me comb your dark locks Let me iron your y-fronts and treat your sex-pox I shall sew on your jeans so they cut off your blood

Let Me Write You A Valentine

I clothe you in a coat of words Explicitly simplistic Adjectives are draped over your arms Lighter than you expected They lift you up, my words Which could so easily weigh you down.

Ruminating On Rothko

(After listening to my poetry class trying to deconstruct Rothko) My heart enshrined in Rothko My mood refined by Rothko My soul entombed, defined by Rothko Rothko does not stand assessment

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