Cherry

Superman and the Wonder Twins

Suddenly, after silence tough as resin for months this post brings back the dead reinstating the NEW REPLY flag in glorious technicolour. Names tumble over each other,

Apple Pie and Coffee

A man in his late forties - quite unremarkable in appearance - pressed on the tempered glass, double doors of a bustling Chicago diner and as he did, was surprised to find that one of the doors in the

The Haunted Nursery

Her husband died, she went down hill and almost lost her kids, she knew she had to do something to come to tearms with his death, she didn't expect it to de this bad.

For all it's worth

I stand beside the entrance, and stare my way through, the scene is enlightening, but too thorough and blue, i'm hungry to be made, my engine soon to burst, I quench when I smell you,

sticks and stones:survivor

a poem i wrote about bullying

There’s still water in the well

The old prophets have a story, that they still wish to tell. Death doesn’t broker silence, there’s still water in the well.

names will never hurt me

a story about bullying
Cherry

Welcome To The Magnet

This is a poem about a club I went to in Liverpool that stayed open till five in the morning. It was frigging grim.

In Midnight Rain

Written at work. Entire haiku Piece: Weak lips, jello legs Tumbling with parasol Faltering through streets

Day 10 - Shells

A crack like splintering bone, the dust-whiff, like I've blown the age off an old book, and liberated contents emptied, paper skins sticking in my throat.

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