Pain has come and gone Killing my inside It still wants to eat for it needs pure blood to be in the light But it has killed and Consumed Dirty Blood Which causes pain to which my soul is divided into Light and Darkness I fall in the middle between two swords
If you have no intention with me, then please, sit the fuck down because you’re blocking the traffic that’s queued up behind you !
I don’t want words on a screen. I want you in my bed, and in my head after you have to go home. I want your soft whispers of reassurance after we’ve spent hours pleasuring one another, perhaps for days on end as we move beyond the clandestine.
If you wanted me, it wasn’t ever evident when reflecting upon the lack of opportunity to say “hello... how are you ?” or “hello... do you remember me ?”
Year 7 French class: Pens scrawling busily, Buzz of chat in the air And suddenly it hits me - The teacher's started feeling ill. She carries on enthusiastically. I look around - They're all absorbed in what's being said Not the way she says it. Was it a change in tone, A weariness or false cheer? She thinks that I don't know That she's trying to push through, But I hear.
Wednesday morning break time Working in a school: Wearily climbing stairs - It's going to be a long day. I quietly push open ...
the words to free me don't exist once I thought I could write my way out to a place of new beginnings but true grit is one thing on paper another when your guts burn with a thing
I'm a talker, not a doer I like to think I'm a fighter but I'm in the ring a few rounds get knocked down and lie there crying about my broken nose a real fighter would get back up cos the son of a bitch busted my face in
what's this about?
with five days clean I was like Rocky Balboa I felt on top of the...
All Over Africa There They Are Everyday Brothers & Sisters Fighting For Recognition To Be Alive So Many To Count In Their Tribes Living In The Shadows Pretending To Be Normal Too Great The Danger Were They To Step Into The Light Safety The Sanctuary In Remaining Hidden Secrecy Reveals Truth Judgement Awaits You With Every Word Spoken The Swinging Of The Hips In Each & Every Step To The Clothes Commanding Discomfort Enraging The Blood Thirsty Observers Seeing Fashion Sensing Nonsense Self Appointed...