A Poem on World War 2

(dedicated to my grandpa George Sigfred Nelson who volunteered and served on a U.S. minesweeper) It was not a good war (modern war is rarely if ever "good" : way too much horror and death)
Cherry

A baker falls over

It's like the time I was in the marketplace and a baker fell over
Gold cherry

Erwin and the Multi-Coloured Trousers

Children Radio Prize Entry

Forlorn Adolescent

When you see her, you see nobody else you see the isolation of a lonely withered young girl you stop and stare through her shy insecure eyes

Prologue - Encounter

(This is just a WIP at the moment and it is the prologue of my story that I am writing. Criticism is greatly appreciated as it makes me a better writer. Enjoy.)

Christmas

It’s Christmas in the centre and The newly strewn lights Stare. Stagnant.

Don't ever leave

Don't ever leave babe i need you to stay, i can't live with out you not at all, no way, i need you by my side to walk next to me, for our worlds to collide, two hearts to meet

Fear

This fear that I have, I carry it around, I carry it into the nothingness and above, It's close to my heart, But not in my mind, But my head it is in part, That song is stored away,

I took a bullet.

a world without you is no world at all. You must exist. Even if you dont know I do. If only you'd noticed me. Rain ripping down my face. Tearing through the darkness. Not fast enough. A scream.
Cherry

Forgetting that

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