Debian Orphanage - Chapter 9

Mars was your average dead planet, contained in its invigorated ice caps is the presence of future...but unlocking that box has never been tried or tested.

Little Runner Boy

The boy glanced towards either side of the street, making sure there weren’t any incoming vehicles, before making his way across to the other side.

I Gave You Power!

Words and thoughts from a gun.

Love is

I reckon all poets should have one poem with this title so here's mine. Pure fluff.
Cherry

On Temple Street

In the amber light of morning, after the markets, the street is awash: plastic and vegetable scraps lie at the feet of the last few Chinese hookers, standing in doorways, marooned in morning.

After Hours At The Granbull And Farfetch'd

This is a poem inspired by my current favourite video game, Pokémon. Also, if anyone's interested, I would like to swap my Honchkrow for a Slowbro.

one two

One two three four Never been in love before Six seven eight nine ten Oh this day wont come again Counting down Spinning around Wonder why Oh it’s the river of life Reach and scream
Cherry

Red Litmus

poem

Nostalgia Competition

Letters Shoebox stationary still exists crisp parchment scented deskiness ribbons,sealing wax,rosewater musty baize folios,vellum Basildon Bonding from hearts in darkest Africa
Cherry

Nostalgia Competition

The Owlers Wife My Jemmys out tonight down Tenterden way a visiting his Father took sick at least I'm to say it or a drinking in Horsmonden telling tales

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