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The fly on the sill. The weeds on the path. The fleas on the dog. The fish on the hook. It's shouting from the kitchen. The rat in the trap. The..

I came up from the darkness without you cold air piercing you got off easy slipping away into deep deep water and all I am left with is life col..

What yet can be lost from a soul empty as this but air? What yet can be grown from a head empty as this but hair? What yet can be chose from a ..

Why do we torture ourselves? Why do we cut and bruise and use and abuse ourselves? We know that the pain will never drown out how we feel. But st..

I have no inspiration for a poem today. No emotion to draw on. Just tiredness. Emptiness. Grey. Tired. I write this with the hope something..

The snow fell that night layer on later brilliant white kids built snow-folk threw snowballs wood fires gave off smoke winter wonderland the..

Pain. What is pain? It's a four letter word, it rhymes with rain. But what does it mean? Hurt, ache, stab, sting, throb. Torture. All synonyms. ..

Red is hot, your temper not the sex. But still, it was good. Orange is the juice, you used to buy it just for breakfast in bed. Yellow is su..

what iF i were to die? what would yoU do? what if i Cut out my pain? what if I was drunK on blood? what would You do? wOuld you even care? wel..

Head. Desk. Not quite the perfect partners, but it's a start. The cool plastic finish almost steaming hellish skin. The light, which should be..