This is the opening to a story I wrote the other day called ‘The Latecomers’, about four young men in their twenties in a funk/rock band in London. “That was great, thank you,” Trevor Clapton said to the man covered in sweat. James, his name was. He wasn’t the best […]
Continue ReadingThere once was a man with locks shining gold He approached a van, for feeling bold Asking for great secrets on lock Reply did sigh ‘reveal I cannot’The man entered the world of daunting doom At his own risk, witnessed the gloom Shudders and shouts and cries of surprise Pain […]
Continue ReadingI believe that in life, we all need a purpose. We need a ‘strength’; something that guides us and gives us the will to carry on. I certainly need that. For me, it’s not enough to say I’m simply happy to be alive. Without a purpose I see no reason […]
Continue ReadingSome pretty sad poems I wrote when I was ten. Why does everyone hate me so?Why does everyone hate me so, makes me very sad. Everywhere I go, I find people who drive me crazy, drive me mad. No where is peaceful, full of kind people. All day I’m full […]
Continue ReadingArt is a waste of time, my dear It bears no financial gain You shall be crippled and withered and shrivelled Your talents down the drain Don’t waste your time with art, my dear You are only seventeen With your whole life laid out ahead of you (whatever that does […]
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