Story Books

Read
to me
some
more

She
said

I
swoon
to the
sound
of your
voice

Tell
me
what
you
want
to
hear

He
said

You
know
it’s
always
your
choice

The Messenger (1)

Morning:

I
enjoyed
chatting
with
you

Even
though
it was
through
a screen

Like an
impenetrable
wall of
concrete

With a
little
crack
inbetween

The Window Seat

There’s
people,
people,
everywhere

Dashing
around
without
a care

Or,
at least,
that’s how
it looks

When I
glance up
from behind
my books

Poetry

Some pills
make it
better

Some
make it
worse

Sometimes
the only
solace

Resides
in written
verse

Something Old / Something New

I wandered lonely as a cloud

Screaming the words fuck you out loud

As, like the night, she walked in beauty

I wished someone would just come along and shoot me

As I, in the wood, took the road less travelled

I sat and cried as my mind unravelled

And as we talked between the rooms

I closed my eyes and succumbed to the fumes