Cherry

Gina

poor Gina...

rubbish

we sit here all day long and talk about rubbish, enough i want to scream but nothing comes out, just shut up!

i love you

So here we be just me and the love of my life the one person i never knew would ever exsist and here we are sat in each others arm just looking out into the open sky at the stars on this cold but warm

the log-truck driver

By the bar (between two black stools) we shook hands we shot the bull on this and that: candid confessions kitchen-table philosophy hours passed the sun was sinking

I am

fragile, easily broken, forgettable, my touch is gentle, quiet and disturbed like curtains rustling in the breeze, i wish to know, to have a definite opinion, but I don't, i simply waver

A Solo Duet

A poem about missing someone so much, and missing another in a totally different way, to the extent that musical voice gets muted.

Reflections

To be trapped, is that the key? In a body that claims to be me Yet I don't see what you all see, a timeless image, I just don't agree.
Cherry

Why I'm angry

It isn't the fact that she was rude, It isn't the detention that she missed, Or the list of obscenities she's hurled at other students,

The Mirror

Based around someone very close to me..

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