If This Beard Could Talk

Many a people stare at an old abandoned building. Maybe it was a hotel, a restaurant or maybe a mansion.

A Hero's Farewell

I will always remember that moment, the moment I realized my life needed a higher purpose. My cheeks felt the bite of the brisk October air as I stood there, rooted to my spot.

BLUE DICE

and blown money

Labels

A poem about labels, bullying, and tge antisocial life we all love to hate. Cheers writing friends.

Full or Fool

Full or Fool P K Routray Today famous well-known, tomorrow may be lost and forgotten, today a celebrity tomorrow may be proved as a man of notoriety Everything is transitory and illusory

"mating on the crags" - E.P.

me, I'm mating on the crags with the psychos and the fags, seeing the dregs of America fly their own anti-flags... hackly and heckled contracting mutating diseases to

Keep animals on a leash ..

It beggars belief ..

Drug rush.

She once told me in the basement while cutting up blow that we were born to die. I can still sense my rapid heartbeat and the way my mouth dried up so quickly I almost chocked.

That was a rhetorical question ..

A difficult one, this ..

The Smiling Gent

Written for my grandad.

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