police call na na na na

Strong, weak, sylvan, wrong – thought of cigarette hovers in languid threat, a glass, a sugar-meal in out down up - all things to make shadows lift, and feed the seed of gum-fungus in your

Been Bullied

“So what is it agin you want me to doe?”

The aftermath of the war was a quiet disgrace, A feint of victory. Laurel wreath pride Hung over the ruined buildings of the city I lived in, Hastily pasted on crushed cracked walls.

Dedicated to the memory of Andrea Parker MA (02.08.1968 - 31.12.2007) ‘Celebrate my life – don’t mourn the life that I had not’

" Mamihlapinatapai " '...a potent word full of regrets...'

Its about all us scene,goth etc ppl who ppl misunderstand