Inspired by a poem, a written account of a dream, by a friend. The loneliness they felt moved me; I felt compelled to write. No names need to be mentioned, I'm sure they know who they are!
Its strange how the years can stea… How perceptions change and alter w… When we first met you were the mos… Now you radiate bitterness and clo… Its odd the way people change even…
this dark dug out hollow where the loyalties of men are hon… says more with an empty gesture than is ever said out loud, they want your blood and tears
loud music floats under your close… that’s when I realise your more th… that’s when I realise you want to… its a dads prerogative to be a cat… down stairs I go to the kitchen cu…
the werewolf prevails when the ful… and all around shall hear his howl… the hunter sets sail as the loom w… he wears the night as a shawl, the werewolf prevails when a full…
without fear what would my bravery… at best just a nonchalant mood, its cloak won’t be donned to hide… no need to feel the threat of the… without fear what would my bravery…
no more skies their dreams cascade cold coffee and liberty inorganic ignorance
that smile you toss my way it leaks a loving splendour, like a fine rainfall of crystal I’d stand here forever to be drown… piercing hazel eyes
an odd portent slips into my mind its razor shaves my throats skin it leads to a crash of mettle and… then its over as soon as its begin much can be seen in its misty glas…
it seems that my facial hair is ne… too long to be classed as stubble,… its in that grey area where the on… its the sensation on a partners sk… now do I shave and be whistle clea…
This feeling I have is of complet… This is hopelessness coupled with… A wave of abject misery, falling How can I wish I wasn’t here This feeling I have of despicable…
I’d bite your face off with my lup… lick away the blood from the delus… that uneasy vagrancy, that emotion… rests with the clumps of my resolv… your delectable fist was once made…
With a snoring dog upon my lap I sit and reminisce of things gone… Of how my life has swapped and cha… And how my love has peaked and wan… Of how my youth has died and lived
before dead eyes i saw you in my room – dark and dim – cold, you were a fuzzy frail outline around an old photo frame, you stood perplexed– frozen
through your bedroom window on the grounds outside your dorm was a tiny lake in a circle of tre… that caught moonlight and eerie fo… hours spent high as floating kites
tidy rooms and hopeful mess uncluttered places and a fallen dr… clothes all folded to a heap expir… slotted in faces suspended on wire… allotted to spaces too defiant for…