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Movie. A poem.

How dark the walls That hide our shadows Dancing in the light Of images cast brightly Mapping regions lost And angst so bold To fill sedentary lives With excited sobriety

Boxes. A poem.

My life is currently reduced to boxes. Some day I’ll have a proper place to live and be able to unpack them. I’ll let you guess why I wrote this poem…

Crush. A poem.

I suffer from the hugest crushes on women who have no idea who I am. I’m a bit of a twit, really. But I love women. I can’t help it. Shame I’m not more confident. Here’s a poem about that.

Trois Haiku

I will forever adore the Haiku and its mystical 5/7/5 syllable structure. Here are three I composed this morning.

The angry tide The beach swept clean Refuse returned to the slumber of the sea The frozen snows Such bitter cold Ground disguised, glistening winter freeze The haunted house All empty rooms Cavities and mouldings hold mysteries The ocean ship Pitches, rolls away The storm that blows onward drunkenly All these things Broil andContinue reading “Scream. A Poem Of Dreams.”