“There is a part of my mind that tells me to drink– Just a tiny little voice convinces me. Only my kids can stop me
Here’s an old poem wrote during High School _________________________________ If you do love me, then prove yourself. Impress me. Let this night float around us;
Another thought, another mood Another swing, and angry again. For nothing. People remain confused By me. It’s complicated, it twists ’round It misleads. I think
Ivy fingers keep coming back to me. In their gentle grasp life felt whole. Pieces held together firmer in their place. Twisting around my body
Flight used to only belong to you; soaring through the sky, the heavens were yours Now you’re not alone. The skies are crowded with human
It was such a beautiful Jay That flapped its wings and flew away. I miss it each and every night As I look up to
The Raisin gathers sweat from my fingertips They are greasy now. The dead relative of the grapes in my ruck sack; excreting final fluids onto
Existing in reflection a presence of vast emptiness. Are you waiting? Waiting in the sky of a timeless day and yet, still dancing upon
Mary, you have lied to the world Have you lied? Is the angel of your dream real Or; Was there too much wine at your
The passion filled by a longing embrace, The pain of your deepest mistakes, The heat rising from your every pore, I am Red. The aching
Sitting in a train station; waiting for a train. The walls are white, the ground is cold and stone. The Sun shines, winter warm, outside.
pre-judged and pre-empted He goes mad, a bad; egg or so people think, his mind is made up, and outwards he goes for revenge. He
Café – 3 people. 10am 24/09/2015 Person Number 1 who has no name for those of us who watch in the café’s cannot assign names,
I hate getting four buses: Lothian buses you are such a state and not worth my one pound fifty at any rate The driver
By Kieran Fallon Daze of summer, memories.
The Gilmore girls pact: Give lip, lie, quip, kiss and cry mom, daughter, best friend
By Robbie Michie The Chase Like a fish in a net, you caught my eye. Drowning the old thoughts from my shallow mind. You
The wild unknown brimming with reverie A directionless hope of somewhere else ∼ Every bit every edge everywhere
It is February in Edinburgh, When the rest of the world appears. Not a pressure that occupies this city, that city, this world or that.