The first time I got high

Sitting in a corner Staring but not caring Transfixed by Whispers on tendrils Of breath tickling My ears, sliding down My body on tingles And shivers giggling Like a secret crush

Untitled. Think of one later

I shouldn't be here. You should. I should be dead. Forgotten, and buried. It wasn't your time to go, yet you took the stake for me. Why?

I am a Ghost.

I fear I have become but a ghost, echoing invisibly in the background of your life.
Cherry

THE THING

This is a poem about "The Thing," the thing which hides in great poems till you put the page under a microscope, and it flies away on devil wings and turns into a bat under the full moon,

The Tragedy of King Ichabod the Irritating

King Ichabod the Irritating suspected that information was being withheld from him...

Egg

I knew from an early age that my life would never be easy, but the last couple of months have definitely been the worst.

Light after Darkness

...the dark tunnel which I have left far behind

Bitter Taste

Burning to tell, but I can't let myself speak...
Cherry

The Mathematics Of Cupboard Space

The accurate placement of the raspberry jam is vital if you wish to fully understand the complexities of modern mathematical theory.

"Desert Rain"

Expected doubt when country far From north and south, the land Qatar By which the birth of March beginned With teardrops from the heavens' grin Mere peasant of the inland sea

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