Midnight Me

This is one of my favourite poems that Ive written. It may not be the best but...

My Good Friend Keith

Move the universe so that we can meet, Yearning to touch, even though death has intervened. Final goodbye, the memory of my tears, Rise again, let him glide back to me.

Circle my inner globe

beat me with the fresh air thundering round the circles of my globe I Love to write so please any feedback will be appreciated. this was written freehand.

NationStates 2: The history of the Interweb

http://www.nationstates2.com/g/nation/theinterweb A history.
Cherry

The Truth

The truth is a steal strong fact, its about how people act, what they feel as emotions, how it can turn into devotion, how it affects you personally, or some one else acidentally,

The Stuff of Dreams

What had rekindled this passion – long-since smouldering, to suddenly spring alive?

The Cuckoo's Nest

I behaved myself for months and was allowed some acrylics and canvas. After I painted over the security camera, tried to hang myself with my bed sheets.
Cherry

Your Smell

When I wake you are gone, but I already knew this would be the case. You are always gone when I wake, always, and each and every time I see the place you should be but are not

What goes on in his mind

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