addiction (Remove filter)
She
Locked behind Xanax bars; trapped between the ocean and stars
I lie
To rot away the life I have been given; to choose a life of opposition
For Unless one happened to stumble upon a key; I couldn't be, I know not what she
believes, only that through the drugs she sees
Through storms we sailed, across the ocean without fail, with glowing eyes that impale she is sure to turn heaven fro...
Friday 14th November 2014 1:19 am
Recent Comments
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Stats (To be continued)
10 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Sonnet: Imigh Hotovely, Imigh Smál Damnaithe! Imigh is Póg mo Thóin! [Out Hotovely, Out Damned Spot! Out and Kiss my Arse!]
22 minutes ago
Rolph David on The Anchorage Gambit – Reflexive Control
35 minutes ago
Graham Sherwood on Stats (To be continued)
1 hour ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Tikumtok
1 hour ago
Stephen Gospage on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
1 hour ago
Nigel Astell on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
7 hours ago
John Coopey on I SHAN’T ALWAYS BE LOVELY
10 hours ago
John F Keane on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
11 hours ago
John F Keane on A Cut Above
11 hours ago