I sat upon a cold creek bank,
I often do this when I think,
Or ponder over the deeper things,
Like, "what does the future bring?"
Now, the water seldom answers back,
So I sit there, listen, and relax,
And let my mind wander off,
To other shores and other thoughts,
But today the water heard my cry,
And decided, though I don't know why,
To take interest in a lost man's plight,
Friday 27th June 2014 10:59 am
I must admit that I usually do a few, short and simple poems a day. There is nothing wrong with this, and I normally do, and will most likely continue, to write in this manner. But when I woke up today, seeing as it was my off day, I thought I might try something outside of my comfort zone. And so I wrote the longest poem that I have ever written (not so long by most standards, but long for me). I...
Friday 27th June 2014 10:49 am
An exquisite (ish) corpse experiment conducted over the period of a week, earlier this year, writing unedited what popped into my head admittedly with prior knowledge of the line preceding but never letting that force me down a certain narrative route
where there are fish you will often find bicycles
(in six days god did what?)
save the shamen monkey for a cleaner time...
Tuesday 17th December 2013 9:26 pm
YOU are surrounded by glass
The normality of dinner
The association of wealth
The body on the table
The watching of soaps
The entertaining of guests
The reading of books
Masturbation in bedrooms
The privacy of thought.
WE live under mirrors
And reflect them back at you
With that emotion
We coat o...
Wednesday 26th October 2011 12:00 am