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My stories

This Family Life

By ralph on Mon, 05 Jun 2006

There's Indentations, on the chipboard wall. From bedposts, punched sex, and addiction. Take away menus, on the door mat. Glossing over red gasbills. Her birthday card. A worn keyhole is busted.
Crime
Poem
Certificate U

For Rusty

By ralph on Mon, 05 Jun 2006

Drop me off. in your wheezing car. Near the syringe field. Stand me hunched, with the winos. Who drink sherry, with their salad days. Come back later. With a spade. before the frost, the traffic.
Autobiography
Certificate U

Keepers

By ralph on Thu, 01 Jun 2006

I know I am not supposed to do this. I grit my teeth and hold on. I try and try and try. I'm clean and sober. It's not good enough. I am lost and so lonely. I keep thinking of better times.
Love
Poem
Certificate U

Eight Months Clean

By ralph on Tue, 23 May 2006

I am scared. I am scared of leaving the past. I am scared of losing the protection. I am scared of what is going to happen. Now the pills have all gone I am scared of taking other drugs. The bad ones.
Autobiography
Certificate U

Bug

By ralph on Tue, 18 Apr 2006

You have toyed with me, like an insect. Pulled off my arms, and my legs. A sick and ill boy. Has been let down. Crushed! A bug to your ground. How does it feel? To make me want to die. Does it cross your view?
Love
Poem
Certificate U

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