Autobiography
A Grave
I saw a man once, reading to a headstone in a fawn gilet. As the sun streamed through the trees onto his head, daffodils blew their trumpets at his...
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HANDS
They run through my hair, nails lightly sliding across my scalp, sending a sudden shiver down my back. Its been nearly a decade sense those hands...
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Consciousness, Sleep and Astral body travel
The story I tell could well be to my detriment. It must be noted and clearly understood that I have not had any dreams such as these for well more...
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Pint To The Brim
"Inside or out?" I look around, to find all available seats occupied. Occupied by the city yuppies. Gained by leaving that meeting early. All having...
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painful friendship
I ve been had , I ve been picked on and stabbed By a face thats always been Two faced Shared my llife, my sweat, my tears, my joy and my secrets Its...
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My first poem
EGR-EXAMS For weeks I did not get to sleep , like creatures of the dark awake at night A mirror with no reflection Force to take Action To see the...
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fogged at the tram park
fogged at the tram park blank faced machines, nestled like eels the shivering hiss of electric snaking through the air as an alarm call. travel,...
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Surviving
Another year goes by Life kept passing behind closed eyes. I was too busy sleeping away my worries All my sorrows Here's to another year of Giving up...
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An Open Box
I seem to of opened a box I cannot close, In it holds clues to the hurt my heart holds. A heavy weight has been on my shoulders most of my life, a...
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the brown paper bag poetry club
the brown paper bag poetry club this small, musty room accepted our mould a long time gone. but rules live here; still-born memories once begun...
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