Subliminal love

Glances across the room, trying to show you my love for you from a far, playing love songs in my head hoping you can read my thoughts, staying up late hoping that you'll wanna talk,

Standing face to face

So here we are, standing face to face. Looking deeps into the others eyes, fingers locked and body's close. I can feel your warm breath on my neck, and I can smell your sweet perfume
Cherry

There

This is an imitation poem of Paul Monnete's poem "Here" written about his partner who died of AIDS.

What You've Done

Fear hits my heart as the burn hits my throat. You are a ghost of my past which revisits to haunt. Try as I might, you’re scent stays with me, Nauseating me to the core.

The Secret Spot

The home from home, My wooden shack, Full of spiders, broken plastic and webs. The plastic windows moved in the panes, As the wind howled around it. The woodchip reminds me of Christmas,

Masonry marks

You raged, 'I love you' Raised ranges, gouged vales. Earthspell scriven as granite tales. Before blood, axe, hearth and bone; this was elder, scored in stone. Culture, father,

Polly Poo Pants

Children's Radio Prize Entry

Thursdays I sees er Part 1

She never looks up. Reckon she knows I'm there but she don't look. Reckon she's goin to the market to meet that neighbour of ers...
Cherry

A Very Fine Solution IV (and a half)

ho hum...

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