Reflecting on the passing of a friend,
It’s hard to pass the sorrow of the day.
With all the thoughts that sadness will not end;
No matter how you seek to find a way.
The pulsing pain that pierces like a dart
To stab you and constrain your happiness
In mournful clouds of bitter mental strife;
You strive to strike apart
These shackles so that you can then address,
Wednesday 25th May 2016 12:51 pm
I'm going to give this context by starting off reading my old match and pof profile. This is genuinely real.
It's always hard to know what to say on these things so I'm just going to fill my profile with exaggeration and nonsense.
I would describe myself as a cross between Brad Pitts character in fight club and a sensitive fireman who likes kittens. Overall I'm pretty awesome. Kind, in...
Sunday 27th March 2016 4:18 pm
There's many a thing could be said about a man,
who practices the guitar whilst taking a dump.
A guy who sits between two parked chairs,
playing pool drunk,
then slumping to the floor comfortably numb.
Bathroom antics are this man's speciality,
best friend and lover with the bog brush,
his bed the floor.
His cosy duvet cover is the bath mat,
and the toilet for a pil...
Wednesday 4th November 2015 8:04 pm