carryon

carryon crunching down on a meal of gravel, my teeth, red raw and shattered, bawl with enamel duress. as i choke on bloodied regret. the ground caught my cheek in awkward landing.

stir-fry

stir-fry i am more alive sat on a bench listening to two girls, talking about survival and stir fry, than i ever will be inside an office.

"Dance With Me"

Dance with me baby Let me show you what I'm learning While our entity moves silently And my heart stirs violently Not even the moon will be lurking So dance with me baby

Birthdays, Writing, Insomnia.

Anthony lay in bed, struggling to sleep. It was 1am and his birthday.

Bathroom Revelations

"I slunk back against the wall and held my stomach and head, trying to stop the emotional and physical torment. My own brain was turning against me. My own brain thought that this was my fault."

Clearing Minds and Killing Time

What you really want is to find that one girl, You'd make her feel special; she'd mean the world. You're much deeper than you care to appear, Much more than just an oversexed man-whore

Serendipity

"Secretly, Karlie was a sex addict, she just never showed it. Several times a day, she would retreat back to her room to masturbate needing the stress-relief that orgasm brought."

Ode to the Poem

I want to see the world light up and have a vision of hope... the poem I'm reading seems much too long, I don't understand one word... I center myself look within and calm down

LET'S BEAT PARKIE!

My contribution to Parkinson Awareness Week. In loving memory of my Dad who died on Saturday, the day after I wrote this.

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