With eyes on stalks which dangle down to scare the children. Screaming drowns the cries of anguish leading down a corridor of madness. With fetid breath the lingered stench fills up the nostrils. Horrors wretch the terror demons t’ward the trench of minds filled up with sadness. The dying eyes of children see the ghosts … More Hollow Ian
I seriously sit here and try to look happy, whilst inside my head feels decidedly crappy. The pressure builds up in my blocked nasal passage, the pounding builds up as my frayed nerves are savaged by feelings of guilt and unbridled dumb passion for killing some fool in my well thought out fashion! I don’t … More Autumn/ winter… shite
A new beginning, with journeys through the mist, T’wards pastures new and goals yet to attain, He scoured his book and jotted down his list The only thing to do whilst on the train. Those little things in life, they will be missed, So mem’ry rips apart his tortured brain A touch of mental health … More The scream!
The world of the nine o’clock student relies upon coffee and red bull and other supplies that will build up their strength to be able to pries and semblance of learning from crusty closed eyes. Their phones held in front like a GPS system, dispelling all map reading skills to the dustbin, or tucked in … More There’s a morning???
What’s on in this region of the blue rinse brigade? A stash of bright pamphlets inside the parade, that are perfectly placed between you and the trade, passing by through the glass as you scan the arcade. The Winter Fair tempts you with Christmas and art, the County Zoo gives you cats eyes on their … More Things to see and do!
How come it’s a chore to leave open a door as you enter the coffee shop here? So let’s not be a troll, just put wood in the hole, coz it’s fucking cold this time of year. I don’t care if you’re old, coz we all feel the cold, you’re not sitting at home in … More Open door
There’s no greater surprise when you look in the eyes of an elephant stuck in your fridge. He slipped in the butter, and now he feels utterly sick that he’ll fall off the edge, of the cheese that’s been grated and left in a tub for a sandwich with pickle and ham. Now If that … More Footprints in the butter
In my defence, to take offence suspends intense revulsion. With common sense I should dispense a stand against expulsion! Though critics cry, you can’t deny the lie is all they’re after, So, say, ‘Goodbye’, (Creative Guy) and hang amongst your rafters. Offend I can, through boy to man, yes I’m no fan of snowflakes! I’ve … More Offended yet?
A ghost from the past haunts your thoughts as you wake from a fitful nights sleep fraught with dread. As the face disappears in the mist of your mind, it’s a face that’s returned from the dead. The guilt of the loss, mixed with pain from the thought that to save them you just had … More Sukka punch
Though try to find a path for me to walk Impinged by poverty and baseless talk Of useless skills once taught by teachers past For education of this scale was last Curriculums had splintered from the norm As schools outshone each other to perform The best for pupils in their comfort zone Whose skills were … More ejookashun