A poem I wrote in a fit of depression and anger and rage. Raw and moody.

Please try to understand me... The journal of the chaotic life of Andy Allen.

A poem to comfort how have recently suffered a lost friend or family member

When nothing happens an awful lot can happen

A night out in Murmansk veers from the ridiculous to the violent

A short walk through the streets of Baku, down into the metro system and then back to the surface.

I think it's time I aired my views, for so long now you've left me so confused, a hundred sleepless nights I sat and tried, to think of all the reasons, why had you lied,