The other day I stared into the mirror looking at my receding hairline and feeling I could have done with some better genes and some better hair maybe? But then I stopped and shut my eyes... One thought led to the other and took me down a rabbit hole of time, back many years, to that barber on my street who used to give me a cut for Rs.11/-. The barber's shop wasn't very big and had room for a tiny bench behind the cuttin...

To everyone in the room, she seemed like just a normal girl wearing Vans, blue jeans, and a red hoodie. Rachel didn’t mingle much that night, she was unusually quiet!Only a few hours before, she’d been traumatised, whilst trying to withdraw cash from a cashpoint machine?A man in a mask crept up behind her and demanded money out of her account. In the panic her mind went blank, she forgot her pin!Luckily, she remembered it...

I am shattered I have been before Way to many times Holding women And broken men Sadness filled eyes Sobbing widows Another flag Draped across Lined up caskets When will it end Their homecoming A white cross upon a field I am shattered Been here before To many times A crisp salute As pipes play As I scream Show me where The glory thrives Been here before To many times I am shattered

Some years ago where I lived a young man was charged with causing damage. The background is that everybody present at the time said that he was not the culprit. Because all the other youths left the scene, he was arrested. He was then told that if he didn't give up who did it he would be held responsible. The policeman yelled, “You’ve had it son.” The young man stood his ground He had no cause to turn and run He’d simply...

The Arctic sky explodes in a fever of phosphorescent bursts which launch radiant streams of green light whirling against the black canvas of space. Electric clouds dance across the horizon reaching for distant snowcapped peaks bathed in an emerald glow. Traces of violet haze flash in momentary spurts, then quickly vanish into the void, as curtains of shimmering red plasma illuminate the faces of the Earth with the mystic...

I remember there were two of them, a man and a woman. They both wore masks? First, they sat me in the chair, then shone a bright light in my face. The man shuffled behind me and began to question my plans for the weekend? I couldn't reply because the woman was busy stuffing something into my mouth. It was horrible! I closed my eyes, I just wanted it to be over. Next thing I remember, someone handed me a glass of water! “R...

Sometimes before the red tide My body is no longer mine When I stare down At those two fat burlap sacks 

Curves like melted candle wax Dried on the floor, a shapeless mass

 I wonder if I’m just paying rent
 Not recognizing my naked form

 Now a tarp stretched tight Filled with air

 Bloated and burning
 Almost bursting Breasts that don’t feel like breasts
 A belly that bubbles grotesque A swathe of distended skin
 Swoll...

As I sit here thinking I hear the rain fall down So gently on the rooftop There’s music in that sound I think of all the people That I’ve known throughout the years I hear their voices calling As I try to hold back tears I think of little Jessie With her brightly coloured bike And the struggle that her parents had To teach the little mite They had no chance to teach her Through the private schools those days Because of Je...

I wish I could tell you The things I hide inside Lay out my broken parts For your eyes to see. I wish I was brave enough To tell you of the pain I feel The agony of being forgotten Too many times to count. I want to tell you everything About who I am and why. I wish you would hold me close Should tears begin to fall. For I need you to see those things And love me just the same.

It began at sunrise On that Cretan Isle Playful seductive glances From the very first moment By sunset I was caught forever In the weave of your silken net My wild, gorgeous temptress Captured by mischievous eyes Deep sumptuous pools That reeled me in and Fiendishly stole my heart Snared, I never had a chance You chose me, and I was yours My crazy, delightful girl That was just the start Of our dizzy, tempestuous journey...

Once more we drift along the trails of time, Again we skip and hold our hands so tight, With confidence I smile, you are my treat, Remembrance is forthrightly gathered close. There is no sadness, never will we hurt While holding all our joys within our hearts. You realize, of course, how weird we are But we will never trade away our love. Lean in and take my passion to your lips, The taste will stay with you until our daw...

We sat at our favourite table by the window. I’m not the jealous type, but I know what I saw last night! There you were, with a smug grin on your face. Shamelessly, licking your lips like a brazen hussy. The same lips that I thought were reserved for me? You tried to act nonchalant as the waiter cleared the table, you knew exactly what you were doing! You always get your own way! Without shame, you gazed into my eyes from...

When I got home todayYou were gone It wasn’t just your presence But your joy Your vivacity Your essence Your car Wasn’t on the drive The house was silent Nothing was quite right Cushions out of place Dishes, where they were left Drawers cascaded Empty A hand written note Propped above the mantle My name etched In your blue script Gone Shopping Back soon

Is there anybody out there, who finds it hard like me, To understand computers, each time I press a key?   It asks me silly questions, like would I like to sync? Or would I like to clear my cache? If so, then click the link.   Can anybody tell me, what is a terabyte? Is it something that will bite me? It sounds as though it might.   Every time I go online while waiting to connect. I’m always offered cookies, which I grate...

It’s that moment when you know you’re being watched; when an invisible hand reaches into your dreams and drags you back to reality. The shock sends your heart racing, the panic intensifying when inner voices whisper, Don’t make a sound, something’s not right. We’ve all experienced that prickling sensation as the hairs on the back of our neck stand to attention while our ears burn, straining to pick out the tiniest of soun...