Interesting to read where my mind was at over the years. Sometimes i was damn vicious, a result of venting to recover from love’s betrayals whilst also on difficult route to discovering myself. From whimsical to dark poetry, suicide to an evil santa, these poems represent different facets of me and my view of the world which is both beautiful and horrific. You don’t have to agree (and it’s easy to misunderstand my metaphors) but i do hope they make you think…
- Whispers
- Fly
- The Prize (Before and After the Echo)
- Even Humans Explode!
- Boogey Man
- Cold (A Fuck-It)
- A Requiem for Love & Sex
- The Map
- The Selfish Poetry of My 1000 Years (On a Wooden Shelf)
- Dreaming of a Red Xmas
- A Woman and That (A Requiem for Surrender)
- Raindrop Suicide
- The Final Dance
