i do not want to live in their box
it’s small,
it’s crumpled
and it’s not really me

Supply And Demand when i start crying and when i am stressed does that make you happy? does that supply … More

every time i express myself you attack me
whenever i talk about myself,
you say i am selfish

a bully,
a person who is so inadequate
so low,
that they seek validation

you are wicked
a wicked person
for whom,
life has no lesson

drop the smile off,
with the children at the school gates
look at where we live
but we could not possibly live there

not very desirable
that is a wonderful turn of phrase
but what does it really mean
surely it is prejudice locked in a cage

people write my poetry
i just twist the fruit
on the words they say

Sunday sunday was special talking sexy undressing, sleeping, love making giving and taking ate a meal and drunk too much … More

somehow you have beat yourself up inside
just to find out who you are
you spend years huddled in cold places
just to find out what it means