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June 2017

Stygian Selfie Flash me a sign that isn't a finger or a crucifixion Stick your fingers down my throat Until you reach my heart And squeeze that black pebble so it starts beating again. Shitting in a bag and breath… Discussion Stygian Selfie 1 Like

May 2015

RBL Every little white star who deigns to sparkle and sprinkle his tiny arms into the burly black night-coat; I will think of your face in them. quiet achievers brave burning so brightly and so magnifice… Discussion RBL 2 Likes

September 2014

016: CHANGING TIMES This is for Second-Hand Harry and Chip-Fat Franco. The neat, second-hand furniture shop has gone, I got my bookshelves there. If I pressed, carefully, not too hard but firm and fair, I could always… Discussion 016: CHANGING TIMES 1 Like The Soul Doctor I crawled up to him on my knees From outsdie any loop My life a map of broken boulevards That didn't connect Me a map of different people That didn't connect I didn't know who I was Or where I came f… Discussion The Soul Doctor 1 Like

August 2014

BOSTON 1919 I still walk through the sticky goo,A pallid apparition meanderingAround the old rail yards, Where the decrepit tank blew!We all knew that one day she wouldThe metal creaked and groaned,Laden with th… Discussion BOSTON 1919 2 Likes

May 2013

PREMIUM UNLEADED Pumping the tank with petrol, My mind strays from traffic noise, immersed in volatile fumes. I hear the rustling ancient forest, the spiny tail of a colossal lizard sweeping past primeval cycads and… Discussion PREMIUM UNLEADED 2 Likes

April 2013

A NEW POEM A POEM DRAWN FROM A YEAR 7 ENGLISH CLASS, EARLY MARCH 2013 The new boy with a drained pen raises his slow arm and asks, Sir, if a sloth loses its grip, does it fall slowly? Discussion A NEW POEM 1 Like her. Being a woman entails more than lady-like graces; covering up of interval boils with Oprah-esque vigils latent brimming of tears for a man – the one … Discussion her. 2 Likes

February 2013

Dusty Roads and Cows Parked on the side of this dusty old road lost and looking for directions I was when all of a sudden along they trod 10 black ‘n’ white cows now frozen in pause Is it colour they see or black and s… Discussion Dusty Roads and Cows 1 Like poem a man is waiting on a verandah for a letter that will never arrive inside the letter that will never arrive is a key to a door that will never be opened and behind that door that will never be opene… Discussion poem 4 Likes

October 2012

Social stigma of a rainbow Running forward dancing backwards, I can't find shelter in rainbow dust Fake highs and dark days numbs the shame and deepens the truth I want to run but am I running away from the very things that wi… Discussion Social stigma of a rainbow 1 Like Sin Defeat the purpose of your savourTrash the playground of your lifeUse the graffiti of your words to create misery amongst those who don’t deserve itGraze your knees on the reapers concreteAbuse the t… Discussion Sin 1 Like Sirens I hear sirens screaming through my veins Weeping lights out of my flesh Arresting my thoughts with handcuffs Interrogating the freedom of my soul Tempting sins have brought me to pounder the cognitiv… Discussion Sirens 2 Likes Instant gratification Instant gratification tends to be the recurring theme of my crime scene Stories and sirens the soundtrack to my life Bruises, grazes and love bites the forgotten evidence Wallets, phones and cash the… Discussion Instant gratification 1 Like Toxic Reality Crave the poison of the drink as it screams down your throat like an adolescent on speed.Emotions run rapidly through your veins setting your nerves on fire.The feeling is euphoric creating the probl… Discussion Toxic Reality 2 Likes Affirmations "Live every moment as if it were your last dance on this earth." A lovely concept, though a concept is nothing more than an idea unrealised. One can spend one's life searching for the step with which… Discussion Affirmations 2 Likes Walking with Villains I’m walking with villains and I’m nervous My eyes are wide, I cannot blink Thoughts have been injected into my spine and they will not leave me alone I think I would be more scared without them They… Discussion Walking with Villains 1 Like

September 2012

paper on an origami bench painted like a rifle sits the old small man he's a chinese i guess 'cause he's calm and his hair is gone 'cept for eyebrows - two of them which he combs back over to hide the bald… Discussion paper 1 Like

June 2012

Stupid Man He looked straight at me and said"I won't write you poems":-/I knew then that love had diedbefore it beganthe stupid man criedwhy has life turned out this way?stupid stupid man Discussion Stupid Man 2 Likes

May 2012

A Questioning Time? Like cry's of pain Of mentally insane Come screams inane From the legislative domain Steeped to steeply The deft scratch meekly Tempered by gain Their roof from the rain Left on your laurels No… Discussion A Questioning Time? 1 Like Janus (work in progress) 23rd century girl. Bruised beauty. Something about her eyes…... sooty, disillusioned from promises and lies. Wanting everything or nothing at all. Man-made baby doll. She says, “Last night I dreamed… Discussion Janus (work in progress) 2 Likes