Poems

As fresh as a Daisy growing in the marvellous months of Spring

She is such a pretty, petite little...

I live living for you, my fantasy world
bears your name, wherever I look at you,
even in my...

I'm a piece of shit
I'm a horrible fucking person

I learn a person's weakness

And...

I don't write to try to become famous

I'm simply writing down emotions

Because my thoughts...

Covered in sin
torn again
feel felt found
DISCOVERED
the truth never
...

Time ticks away
life ticks away
Until it all
comes to an
END

Neither...

When you try
your best
and it wasn't
good enough
it really sucks

Life can be poor sport in a port of Calling,
where echo the windge-furies of all effort-
to...

I’m in the Hotdog room of the unforgiven, shriven from the Cuban cigars
and Flamingoes… slumming it...

The cat cries,
wanting something
But not from me
I cannot touch it
It will not...

I am referring to my writing room it's all set up now and I don't have to clutter up the kitchen table plus...

to be still he too will sit

trying to be on time
like the who that walk past in a rush...

in flowering streams
we will love

with you i must
my butterfly of lust you Butterfly...

Little sister, my brittle sister
Yet to lose your glister
Viewing life through curious eyes...

Everyday i work
everyday is a job
just look around
and you too shall
SEE...

Hard black bunny
I love holding your tail
An talking to you
Then sometimes
Hard...

West Bay Clams

How I wish upon these ultra violet hues and those iridescent blues hiding in the...