“You. I’ve never seen you fight. You’re always here, lifting weights no-else could with everything but you’re there with one hand looking bored.”

“I don’t spar with strangers. I don’t want to hurt anyone.” The white haired man looks at him, his snake like eyes narrowing as he focusses.

“Fine. What about enemies?”

“I kill them.”

“Good. You stand around with your snake like eyes staring daggers at ...

I curl up in that little space, trying to keep my breathing quiet. My heart is going so fast I shake with it. Surely everyone can hear it? I watch the feet shuffling around my room. She walks away.

There is a monster under my bed, I think. One that makes me invisible even in the brightest colours and silent even if I scream my loudest.

It muffles the outside world to me and blinds it too. I thin...

I have many scars on my body,

Tracing patterns and labels on me,

But none of them marked my soul,

None of them tore into my heart.

None till now. I didn’t even realise,

Didn’t know I’d been cut at all

As another’s blood pored over me.

I held him in my lap and sobbed,

Not knowing it was both of our blood,

And my tears, mingling, blending....

Under the stars I

Can see for miles

And miles

And miles

Can be seen for miles

And no more.

I can hear no-one,

Well, no humans at least

Bar myself. And me.

Hidden in the open

In plain sight

Where my forefathers

Sleep and slept

And passes before me....

“You’ve caused me so much pain, yet I keep coming back for more. My love for you, based off lies as it is, blinds me to my pain.”

“You- Lies! Selfish brat.” She spits.

“No. Truth. You lie. Talk with me. Honestly. I’m an adult. I want to keep you in my life. Talk with me.”

“What about? You speak of your pain like you have not hurt me! For weeks you said nothing, no messages, no calls, no visits. F...

Birth, life, death, all of it for death.

That taking of your final breath

Sucking your soul slowly away,

Leading then to others dismay,

Then heroic stories about

How you entered the flay to slay.

Every moment should be precious,

life will always be perilous....

For once I see my home and all those around it, and there is no dead ends.

I sweep down above old man Toms house and nock the chimney from his roof, then soar high into the sky, blocking out his fiery cry.

I sweep above the Church and look down at the bell, even from here, which grave is which I can tell.

I flew to the sky, I flew beyond, I flew fast past my school, drifted over the lake and cr...

She wants to know his secret. He hasn’t decided what it is yet.

Two lovers who aren’t quite meant to be, divided by secrets and the stars but drawn to each other like nothing before....

He travels slowly, painstakingly so, from place to place, time to time, yet it passes too quickly. He shifts, shudders and curses as the lightening strikes....

I can’t believe it, how could she?

Bruises, cuts, all over me.

No apology, no sorry.

I try to forget, really try.

I try hard not to, but I cry.

I try to make my words flow now,

But my poetry is dead, left me.

I wept for my words, not my hurt,

I used to write my problems down,

Flowing, syllables, symmetry, simple,

Now my words are stuck, gone, missing.

I write things down, they rhyme for sure,

N...