she died on the bathroom floor you know.
a cut on her ribs.
the rib borne from man,
killed the girl on the bathroom floor.
no one had kindness. no one had words of condolences.
only four pictures and a note,
only they proved someones love for her.
the things that made her beautiful,
an innocence lost,
a bleach blonde tangle,
and a vicious lover from a doomed...
Monday 6th June 2022 6:36 pm
AN ODE TO THE NOTE LEFT ON THE FRIDGE DOOR
Not that it matters, but who could have foreseen the end of the world
That silky-sulky visceral notion dawning on the horizon
It whispers in hot agitation about what
Matters and bothers shall not burden
Monday 4th April 2022 5:48 pm
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