Translucent Vessels
Vessels Running beneath my skin – Like the network Of a tightly-knit Urban sprawl. All closely ravelled together – A well-trod map to my Heart. But
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Vessels Running beneath my skin – Like the network Of a tightly-knit Urban sprawl. All closely ravelled together – A well-trod map to my Heart. But
Urea, that’s contained in wee, Plus chlorine gives us DBP; This makes our eyes stream like a fool, Please do not piss into the pool.
You sit there, gently trembling in your cage – The tones ring out; the floor begins to hum. The sudden shock of pain you cannot
The gossamer of human life Sways gently in a passing breeze. A whisper on a callous knife – The gossamer of human life. You take
I sit down in the waiting room, The radio barks out some tune; My surgery will soon begin, I wish that they’d turn off that
Katrina gave her rage and wrath, Spat out a city frail and blind; Those who survived were shown no path, And broken hearts were left
When something that once was has gone, It lingers in a phantom land; You find the strength to carry on, Then close your eyes and
Poor learners really aren’t to blame, They cannot switch what’s in their brain; The hippocampus is at fault, For making their connections halt. It’s
If your soul hurts, this is what you must do: Look out upon the spilt blood of the land, The necklace of the Earth, its
They carved your name into my arm, I hoped you’d be my lucky charm. My body shakes, I’m wracked with pain, I won’t ever do