Crockery gets in your way when the mood takes you Your fist finds my face when the mood grates you Abuse gets hurled, four letter wor…
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…
Through the clouds its whispers va… Of forgotten tomorrows the muse do… And drill its personified lateral… Into the ground lest the dust repl… The life walked was almost never r…
The sullen call of the ravens voic… as their flapping wings flood the… A blanket of seamless black floats carrying the night to the other si… Drifting late the soaring swirls
a stride of wide swagger and a gold tipped tongue, he’s the human slice of bread mopping up whats already done, he’ll walk for the shortest yard
i yearn for the salt that you rub… to feel its burning caress, to feel to be, the delicate trickle of its truth
spinning and spiraling eyes closed and nose towards the c… she can transform at will with her outstretched claws honed, catching and scraping the paper
can you forget when used to laugh at all the pain and the scars, if you walk a fine line or a knife… inevitably you’re going to fall, can you forget when we drove your…
These memories I house in my brai… They rattle about like wind throug… Faces come close and fade;hearts l… I seek the knowledge of who I am. Thoughts that race, I struggle to…
from the opening notes that trickl… down my spine and to my imaginatio… I’m lost betwixt reality and the o… in a fantasy land of gunslinger’s, your haunting melodies rapture my…
i know the risks, that’s the buzz what else can people like me do, punching through the wet paint of… to probe the depths of our own ins… a gruesome flavour
She holds her pain like a proud sc… memories, though frayed, still war… between the wars there was a silen… a reverberation from its walls, fr… A bliss from a young mind and a fa…
she breezes through like a tiny hu… bringing smiles and things to stem… bursts of laughter and childlike c… turn my anguish and worry on its h… before she came I was so lost in m…
the gallows of my mind dripped long in wax, burning, a hesitant blend of sweetly bitter flavours melding, the furnace of thoughts of bygone…
Disruption, the art of interceptio… Distraction, the art of interactio… Delusion, the art of imagination,… Devolution, the art of immaturity,…