Chapter four: Ben

"Why? Why is this in here, why did you put this in my room?"

The confutative punk-u-hater

Shall I be but a mime and wear upon my crown a crown that seems so similar to that upon thine Tis better to be strange than to appear the same the same as all the others

Golden memories

The wind whistled in our ears through an open window for years and years on dark highways and lonely roads as we motored across the country passing cars in our old cars

Lion

A gruesome ,horrific poem of death seen through the eyes of a lion!Children cover thine eyes now. This poem will scare the childhood right out of you.
Cherry

Familiar Stars

Familiar Stars (3rd July, 2010) Here I am in the same small town, Staring up at familiar stars, Dreaming of all the days gone down, Wondering why they did not last.

Runner

A very short story about a passion.

The Cellist

Once, the cellist was a child Eyes mirroring Scandinavian skies Born with wildfire in his soul, they said The majesty of the firs in his bearing His skin the whitest snow-dusted taiga

JUST ANOTHER MANIC EVERYDAY

Jesus!

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