hangover

Clichéd waste on a spattered battered street And my head is bulbed bruised and spun Clumsy unreal fun it was. Killing sun is climbing into eye sockets like sprayed acid

when innocence is undone its not really momentous

I’ll burn in teenage revelry I’ll live nostalgic in a park I’ll drink cider and be uncouth Prompt the middle aged to comment On the state of the youth. I’ll scare myself at 17

seeing earth

When the wild called me from bridled brittle reverie With a lace cry that seeped into my ears I stumbled in returning To where I came from.

The Hunter

A hunter must feed it.

snatched at night

The day is dawning Theres no way out Iv lost my voice Id struggle to shout That night was dark That moon was bright I lost all emotion I cannot fight

The One

He was always the problem, The one, the bloody one, The bloody chosen one! I had to walk to school, I had to pay rent! Oh no not him, he’s too young, No shit for him!

Judged Beliefs

I believe different, I feel your judgment. Is it less orthodox, or out of context, because it's mystic? If cults obey, doing works of Love Are they fake, or from above

Last Night

Short story. Dark night, hopeless life, car crash, with a twist.

Pages