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Human Anatomy and PhysiologyA Poem by James WellsWell God damnI'd write another song for a girl.And you'd take it in your veins.A clumsy heroin for my heroineI'd let my words go to waste.The diamonds.. |
Replacing Telephone Wires with HeartstringsA Poem by James WellsI spent a long while wondering.If I knew a girl to wear my ring.Safe to say, all I have is you.I spent some time in the ever greens.Hoping you would c.. |
A Gift of LoveA Poem by James WellsYou say it's just a few weeks, I'd say it's a year.'Cause baby, time's different, when you're not right here.You're sailing away, in this ship that yo.. |
SomethingA Poem by James WellsI saw you pick up that book, and I thought for a second.That it could be me that you're second guessing.But I pushed it away with admirable waysAnd I'.. |
Walking AwayA Poem by James WellsYou remind me of warm summer rain.The faint whistling of a passing train.These city lights burn so bright.The light's in my eyes, tonight, tonight.I'd.. |
We're paying for Fred the Shred's £500k lega..A Story by likertWe're paying for Fred the Shred's £500k legal defence: Taxpayers fork out huge sum on disgraced bank boss despite case having not even reache.. |
The Curious Case of Hansel and GretelA Story by MixedSignalsA satirical news piece |
Love ScornedA Poem by James WellsI say we dance under the moonlightUntil we get the moves just right'Cause I've been thinking and dreaming, and hoping and singing of you.So come out o.. |
ShadowA Poem by James WellsAllow me to remind you I'm dying slowlyNo doubt that drugs will me leave lonely.I'm staring at your picture, I'm reading the scriptureI'm falling in t.. |
The Insatiable Hate of ThursdaysA Poem by kera moondustI don't have much to say here =) |
Another Bloody War?A Poem by WillHis fingers tap on the table, as fear and anxiety mix. As politicians wheel and deal, and play with their tricky dicks. He checks his phone n.. |
Roots and BranchesA Poem by James WellsI've been thinking for awhileOf the cigarettes and drinks we waste awayThrough the desert, looking for higher groundOr a place for my mind to stayIt w.. |