A Day in the Life of a Poet

A poem I wrote in high school, obviously inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven

JACUZZI FLOOZY

water sports

KISSES RAINING DOWN

my kind of weather

The Geisha

Demurely bowing her pretty head With eyes cast down in quiet humility She waits her master's bidding. Her raven hair piled high With pins and combs secure in place

A day before my daughter is born

A poem from the point of view of my father the day before I was born

Lonie11

Some badly written sex scenes enclosed, which are getting a bit boring. I'm sure that will be the last for a good while.
Cherry

Maintaining Excellence in Credit User Services (MECUS House Longterm Facility)

We are here because we are naughty. We are here to make good. Georgie went and shacked up with her man. But oh dear. Didn't do her Change of Circumstances did she?

Silencing

I heard him say Something about his last girlfriend. It was the most natural thing in the world, Like water flowing And the Earth spinning so fast and being so huge

Little Victories

I allowed my hand on fleeting moment of contact, When I longed to speak, to show so much more. Your hand moved away. In surprise? I don't know. But maybe it was enough.

36. My name is Christopher and I am an addict 2003. (A chapter from the novel. The Radio Rooms

What I want to do here this evening is tell you my story.

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