Biography

Hallo! My name is Josh, i'm 19 years of age and live in an urban habitat of Bolton. My favorite lesson is English. I have a cat called Albie. It Black. I live in a bungalow. It good. (wow my french was terrible as a child)
I like writing about death,love and how inferior everyone is to everyone they know of. You know, usual teenage stuff. I tried to be quirky but failed as i realised i was just too grumpy to try and cheer people up. People think I'm 'really' sarcastic. I hate my computer because it corrects my english into american, so pardon my z's.
Performed at the Poetry Pillow,Freed Up,Spotlight, OpenMind and Latitude and was host of Accidental Afternoon of Poetry. Winner of Poetry Pillow in May and Finalist at the Latitude poetry slam 2010. WInner of Bang Said the Gun open slam at the Edinburgh Fringe 2011

Samples

Thursday

It's a long walk back home
but as each step touches the paths behind us
and our hands meet in my pocket
i realise how lucky i should feel

but with each step that claps the paths behind us
i start to sweat and my palms become drenched
in fear i may loose you again
to other men

but with each step that graces the paths behind us
i tell myself to look into your eyes
and as they connect with mine i forget every worry
and tell you i love you in such a hurry

but as our feet pound the paths behind us
i think back to that one little mistake you made
where i stayed at home to think about what i had done
grasping the trigger of my gun

It's not me it's you i tell my reflection every morning
stop being so moody and boring
and be at one with the person you love
connect together like fingers to glove
wrapping around their skin to give them comfort
and keeping them warm and close together

This isn't the first time you've made me afraid of myself
This isn't the first time iv'e shed tears in your veins
This isn't the first time we have damaged each others dreams
This will be the last time however

We argue again when we get home and you've left me
to think about whatever it might be
that made me hit you

I scream 'Don't leave' as you slam the front door
as i crumble to the floor
embracing my knees for disillusioned warmth

This is the final stand in the war against myself
i pick up a knife from the kitchen draw
carve a heart on my chest
scream your name and draw my last breath

in hell i imagine you heard it and regretted it all
and blamed yourself for my fall

but in heaven you cry but understood
and i can't thank you enough

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Glances In The Common Room
Current mood: chipper
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes
my dear it's clear for me to fear that one day
i'll loose you some way

it started as awkward glances to heartfelt romances
silly little talks to sundown walks
from pokes online to sharing wine
private jokes to public provokes

i know i might be to loud for you and you might think it profound
but, i actually care for you
gone are days looking for different ways to satisfy some pointless needs
this is a want

a want to old your hand, by the sea and on the sand
a want to see you in the morning, to sit at a table and make you breakfast
a want to watch a movie, to laugh together to cry together
a want to say i bloody love you

i know it's pretty early plus i'm feeling chirpy
but i don't want to be another stain on your bed
for you to forget all the things i said
not to see them as me being flirty

now this might be a bit to quick
it might make you sick
but i feel funny inside
and it's better that i haven't lied
i like you
and i hope it's the same for you to

not saying we were meant to be together
or that you're my soul partner
i wouldn't say that, never


this is the happiest i've been in months
and unfortunately you're to blame
just tell me you feel the same

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