Tottering. Tottering. Tottering on the brink of illiteracy, was a man once known, for his intellectual proficiency. For brilliant no more he was, as those days were long
In the darkest of rooms, that's all I'm left with. Memories of you slowly fading with each day. In the brightest afternoons, I'm shielded by these wine tinted curtains. Left to wonder;
Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, But they were very much conscious. Loving every minute of vacation, Thoroughly adventurous. An act that seemed to revive not just their souls, But
Introduction: Poetry Late last year I started writing some poems. I think most of them really suck right now if I'm being honest. But I'm fascinated by this form of expression. This new hobby of mine
A Poem About Life & Relationships My dreams are made of kisses and cuddles And nightmares of no mrs and toddles Reality is altered in a carbonated fizz But I’m torturously lonely in this
Yes. Such a simple question, often evokes a deep sense of dread each time I hear it. One winter afternoon, while at work, a man approached with his daughter to say hi. Today, the staff can wear