Threshold part 3

Even before the marshal reached him his eyes flicked open and he contained the reflex to act; remembering the collar round his neck.

Empty memories

Charcoal pastel shadow faces,

LOST MIND

we live in our family with a lady who has lost her mind and in a home. but we are not the only ones. This poem is for them and the people who have the terrible illness of the mind.

vortex

Constrained restrained I meet you, Vortex. Wild walls of whirling wind greet you Thoughts preparing to spin out Wound back in Skeined Unrefined Grated raw by debris Detritus

fuerte

I clap my hands – a wave forms Arcs, falls Somewhere stone breathes out.

Riot Of Word

Guys, all you are good at is scolding a cop, Yes, some of your statements have meaning, indeed, But words with no reasons won't get you on top, You're giving your fellows a casual feed

Things The Spirits Saw.

A book about humanity and how we label people, infatuation and how human's still have that instinct to protect each other even after many advances in civilization.
Cherry

Goldilocks and the three beers (IP)

After a long hard week’s porridge-testing Goldilocks looked forward to relaxing with a nice cold beer in front of the TV.

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