22 February 2016

A Poem


Poems. I find that when I am stressed I write. Not gibberish, but actual literature. I enjoy it; and awake the next day to read what I processed onto paper. Thought i'd share one. I'm only human and unfortunately have days that reflect this.


1.

Death, It's an easy way out,
But a just one
Life is so full of Misconceptions and distractions
Creating fatal attractions.
Misery and dispare
The signs couldn't of been more clear
Afterlife
Whats that?
To be completely honest it all seems like crap.
An abundant Life,
A wife
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7 February 2016

S I M P L E T H I N G S

(a quick snap I took whilst walking along the beach in Bournemouth the other night)


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