 |
There were three men gathered around the smallest table in The Brown Celeste, sitting in the middle of the room. The three had nothing but a pint and ..
|
|
This year, the eighteenth, bore stone in the slab
It bore me scars and marks, that I never should have
However, however without cuts and the wounds
..
|
|
Scores over time have left me withered and crackedThe light seems much lighter and the blacker, more blackPerhaps it's because I punched fate in the f..
|
|
A Stage Play by JC Pire
Life is about satire
Life is doing logically
Life is the angry crowd
Life is learning then using
Life is about working for you
Life is about taki..
|
|
If all the world's a stage
then yours is a porno
Living a page
of a book in the corner
There are things to come
Which might surprise you
There..
|
|
How come I don't know where I live?
Will I be taught when a man, and not a kid?
Should I spend it painting up my face?
Or tied to this town by an a..
|
|
You got your heart in your boots
and your jackal will shoot
As he sees that your last hair has gone
He kicks you when your dead
Broke your heart..
|
|
I spend my life
living in the cracks,
My name is private
my grave says jack,
I'll go to war
when under attack,
I'll surely die
like the lad..
|
|
You can't swap bodies with a younger man
It's fine if he's middle aged
You never listened
To the doctor's witt'rings
About your rusty cage
You ..
|
|
Nice Car, good choice!
Oh is that a scratch?
It's beautiful and genuinely moving
I felt my baules move
A tremendous piece of acting, dear
NOT..
|
|
|
first
prev
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This