Lying here, in my bed,
Cold as cold can be.
Lying here, stone cold dead,
Please remember me.
Day 9 prompts – cold – concrete (ie shape) poem – anaphora (repetition at the start of a line). The artwork is my own… words are more my thing!
her passion runs deep within the cracks of poetry, spirituality, philosophy, psychology and just about everything
FLASHES of inspiration. SHORT deliberations. STORIES for all.
Stories with a twist set in an alternative Newbury where characters are often bonkers, vindictive or skewed
Writer + Creator
a writers journey into the unknown
'Every contact leaves a trace'
broken, scarred, filled with gold
Writer - Poet - Human
Life is getting pretty serious. Not here though.
Author, Poet and lover of life
An original spoken-word performance
Welcome to my world.
It's OK, you're allowed to be funny
Let me sprinkle them onto your darkness!
drink and smoke and fuck
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