Cherry

The Bastard - He Doesn't Exist

Work in progress - inspired by Sam

Poets: A Call to War!

Jenny Rants. Order restored to mind. It may be Pants! Please don't be kind...

The Terrible Time when it all went away and came back, slowly. A Confounded Letter.

A Frightening Confounded Letter even now.

Attempting to follow the ' Boke of St Alban's 1610' and a Prize for being right. A Confounded Letter.

A Confounded Letter.
Cherry

Loneliness is a language

What could I do or say? Would pain smooth out under my perfect words? Would it even listen? Winds soothe and refresh. Green shades in the land please the eye, and sitting by the water
Cherry

Out beyond its depth

Next to the railway line, this house, resentful of being looked at, painfully holds itself up straight, ashamed of its gawky gables and blind windows, embarrassed

Snogging II

Storm of crazy pouts, Now leaning into the unbelievable dream, Ogling his tiny moustache, Getting there, too fast, Going to kiss until they swoon,

Bound (Inspiration Point)

Inspiration point, a darker take...in response to Doeslittle! (I shall not be out-darkened!) x Not sure if it warrants 'erotica' and '18' but I thought it best to err on the side of caution!

Last Day

A man who expects to be sentenced to imprisonment is given another chance only for his body and his conscience to take over, grinding him towards his death.

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