I live by the sea.
Everything posted on here is very rough.
I think it's nicer when poems have structure but I'm lazy.
There's a fine line between who I am and who I think I am
It's powdered white and disappears everytime I see my reflection.
It separarates my head from my heart.... more »
There's a girl on my bed,
another on my mind,
and to make things worse there's one on the phone
telling me that she's decided she doesn't want to be alone.... more »
Sorting through the chequered shirts.
By means of folding and failing
To keep anything of worth.... more »