Tears flow, they drown my eyes;
the worst of them all: silent cries...
I sit and drink my coffee
and I wonder briefly about the universe...
Peaceful recollections blur sharp edges
as under summers sun time reverses...
I’m tired of empathizing
It only gets you hurt...
Don't worry as we are with you
We have covered your back too...
The stretched out time we endure
Is coated in the silence of unspoken words...
Morning has broken
There's no afternoon...
Oh poetry, my old friend
It seems as if...
In the village of Heydon,
a civil parish of Norfolk, England...
These days, I use this place as my bolt hole. Down...
I've Now Eaten Fourteen Bags Of Crisps
And I've Drank Two Multi Packs Of Coke...
This is a sad story about a rose and a dove
One day when flying over he couldn't help but fall...