Profile coming soon…I’m fairly new to writing, starting in 2018, and up until now I’m unpublished . The theme of my work is gritty and often blunt I’m heavily influenced by emotional turmoil, social inequality and political absurdity. I grew up in a small pit village in Durham but currently reside in Merseyside . I’m looking to release a book of poetry in the future and I’m currently working on a novella Profile coming soon…
Its a wonderful life
What lies beneath the blessed skin What rises up what dies within The dark stench of tainted breath Never sweet in life as it leaves in death The pickled brain the useless lungs The feet stuck on bottom rungs The parchment wrote in bitter piss The lies sold with every kiss Steal a base on a borrowed throne Eat them out like a house and home Sertralines pretty drawn on smile Make a molehill and steal a mile Wipe off the filth on the underside Bury the box where the secrets hide Mark the spot with a kitchen knife Praise the new day it's a wonderful life
I’m not your fucking friend
I'm not your fucking friend, And nor you mine. Just two damaged souls, towing along on the same line. Scars worn inwards And outside just benign. Generic husks from yesterday's time. Traversing heights of good and bad, We're the worst and best we've had. Ashtrays full of butts and dreams, Stolen moments and violent screams. Dog eared and disingenuous Weirdness mixed with pretentious, All things that compliment us. Muddy waters reflect Overflowing to bereft. A twisted syndrome left unchecked Manifests in a Stockholm effect You watch as I slow, I watch when you show. Wanking in the corner You're my last and I'm the former. We feast on familiar and shit out trauma. I save your tears, You bait my fears. I say thanks, you say cheers. No milk and honey, Hard boiled, never runny. Call me daddy, cum to mummy. Always dripping from the piss we're ripping. Never rush as we're always tripping. Bad karma's always gripping. Porcelain under feet, We make bitter from sweet. Same songs from different sheets, Hidden phones and sordid tweets. Every day, same streets. Played over and over, Just press repeat.