we all come together here

shairing the best and worst of our experiences

and i wonder in between the messages

i look left then look right ,

then proceed forward with my eyes closed

im not always in the wrong

but ,

but ,

the poetry of poets devours me

and saves every little bit of me i invested in

time and effort , lyrics of regret

i made myself look stupid i thought ,

but for write out loud i would make myself ill

just as long as i could say deep things ,

getting worked up and carryed away ,

so write out loud , thank you ,

thank you for not deleating my profile ,

or telling me to tone down .

the time and place ,

is here and now ,

thank you to write out loud ,

for all it is

i need to write about my mistakes ,

im hoping one day i'll get to see where i went wrong ,

each message gives me more confidence

its been a hard few months and id hardly noticed ,

thanks write out loud

i had not visited anywhere like this before

and in my heart i knew poets care too much ,

but im a exception to the rule .

well you helped me out ,

and ' let ' me feel free enough to write what i mean ,

well i'll keep my side of the bargain

and tell you all the names of my past girlfriends

and admit that type of love turned me into ,

a circus performer .

fucking laugh at me as you clap

me on the launch pad scribbling questions

theres so much more i would love to know ,

a fast 5 seconds silence for any any struggling writer

not on write out loud

i always thought id be dead by the time people read my things ,

so i dint hold back

i closed my eyes are shuffled forward .

i could so easily not have a laptop

but maybe my writing would'nt be very good

because of personal confidence issues

don't get me wrong at party's i can smile ,

i just could'nt talk for the fear of what i'd say .

so yo bang on write out loud and guess which one is me

i'd be my pleasure to give everything ,

i never use to care about ending up in the gutter

i'd tell myself i know its where i belong

and i told you i have'nt been involved in a kick off for 3 years

and i know everytime i get too big for my boots

mother earth sends me a pack of ruthless fools to teach me a lesson i have to talk about and never forget

im here today

tomorrow could be totally different

carve WOL in a heart shape on the last tree

on the path to the water

and just because we'd be having sex ;

does'nt mean i'd not still be paranoid of you really wanting to cut my throat

when i let you get close

i let my guard down

but then again this poem here or whatever it is

is not about how much i can not look directly into my own eyes

for fear of never returning

it glorify's the write out loud website ,

infact from now .

im telling any and everyone i meet about this

its full of people doing their thing

and its fucking difficult writing about yourself

im glad i at least tryed it

desperate to write a love song one that would hurt whilst im reading

i think those that have seen me at open mic's thought

SHIT HE IS ABIT EMOTIONAL THAT KID

Dave said i say things he thinks but would never dream of saying

Jake said when he see's something good he can't comment about it

my bedroom is a dead end

i'd use my laptop to smash my way out the window if i had to

get on the roof ...

Wicked Original Lost

wild overated love

watch out loser's

will only like

walking over lakes

wondering off legdes

i have a reason

writing is the 8th wonder of the world

voices in my head told me what where when and how

so basicly the voices in my head  ordered me

an owl looked at me

AND I AT HIM

i don't even go on about it that much when clearly i should ,

don't worry im carefull not to reveal anything special ,

im glad i had somewhere i could turn to .

on line on the edge on the level on one

and i've had it up to here !

i use to want to hurt others feelings with what i had written ,

the people who use to beleave in me too much ,

furiously editing ...

trawl the gallery , set sail hoist the pirate flag

i enquired in Kernow !

too right our tents the one with the flag aloft '

having a laugh in petrol stations a million miles away ,

outstanding views within the national park

wiping mud into my face at Kelynack , saint just ,

a moment alone ,

and there was not at all no way of coming back .

there has to be at least one mad writer  on here i agree

because not all poet's are well off money lovers

some have fuck all worth living for all i say is write on

and so there's kind of 2 people on here ' i know '

does that make writing any of this any more difficult ?

No ! ,

i only answer what i ask .

all im saying is wow

free form expression

function on forward ,

waiting for another ,

fortunate encounter ,

i am excited ,

one day i will remember im not alone here ,

and that write out loud is for anyone and everyone

no matter where your from

whatever the dark courner in which you was finaly born ,

how sexual was this morning at dawn ?

it was creation at its finest ,

theres some type of mineing going on in my head ,

trails of industrial movements ,

short cut's and empty brain cells ,

the last thing i want is trouble .

im anti - nothing and no-one ,

i will find something to love ,

the very fact your just human ,

and i know how it feels to find meaning in the strangest things

tap on my head and i'll let you in ,

actualy i'd generaly look at you wierd and walk away smiling ,

back to write out loud ,

it beats pushing over bins and laying on the ground talking to them ,

st anthony the ghost of lost things ,

rambling therupy ,

let go , let it come ,

have a raging fire tonight for the belongings i had when i was a stupid man

up in smoke

up and up and up and up and up and up

i went too far and became good at

holding my breath in the bath.