Cherry

A night after a film I should've loved

With my left hand I'm holding on for vibrations, but my head is waiting for ends of sentences which never come

Watching you in the night from across the valley

I am singing here but my own words come back to me from windows.
Cherry

28th December

As a shelf stacker, unlike Woolworths' bosses I might not be able to see the bigger picture. But, like the ant crossing the carpet I was aware of some threads unravelling.

To The Rescue!

To any Native Americans reading this poem.. There is absolutely no offence intended (((-;
Cherry

What are you thinking?

A young couple were walking in the woods during a misty winter morning. In the distance could be heard the roar of a chainsaw, its carousel of chattering teeth racing round the central blade.

Blindly....

It calls the name. Unwoken, unshod, the beast Walks/ it’s name Unspoken/ cast the dice And pray for Deliverence/ For the time is right The signs appear And we have waited
Cherry

Infinity plus one

For MB :-)

Another Twelve Days Of Christmas

Hard times are like a good wine , some enjoy them so much that they bought them all up for theselves
Story of the week

My Damn Writing

Please critique and review! This is a slightly "decorated" autobiographical short story about getting my heart broken and reclaiming my writing.

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