i always believedthat I knewthat deep insidethey were beautifulno affectionand easily ledthere was never any comfortfound in such a bedi…
Stop the Crying
I took up cryingTo get through my birthThen again at six and nineWhen destinations of happinessBecame impossible to findAnd then…
Real Life has Lost its Publishing Rights
everyone wants to be my prophet and they all want to leadthey hit with me with morality they ask me…
Just a quick word about the Boy Behind the Glasses project.
I have never seen myself as a, ‘writer’ or a, ‘poet’, I started writing things down purely as a response to what was happening to me growing up. It always felt like the most natural self help therapy.
