The story begins The story ends There was something inbetween. Nobody knows what it was Except my brain and me. We won't tell Oh no Siree You'll never…

Knowledge is power Power corrupts Does knowledge corrupt? Too much? Or too little? Is the thirst for knowledge The same as the thirst for power? Absol…

Trapped in a fleshy prison Reaching, stretching limbs Futile attempts to break free of the mind Wanting to be elswhere What to excape the intangible h…

Stems cloaked in a moss green velvet Hiding sharp defensive thorns Densely packed ruffles A riot of colour A breeze flows through the garden The petal…

Why is it only the darker feelings That bring out the muse? Is pain more creative? Misery more imaginative? Shouldn't depressive feelings Mean a weake…

Empty, hollow, devoid of any other feeling So miserable the tears won't come A lumpy vacumn at the base of the throat Need to claw a way out Cannot im…

Alone in a crowded roomFear bubbles insiduously insideIrrationally, pointless, why?A general hubbub permeatesThe eardrums, people greetingTalking, kno…

Fingers numbBack achingBut still I type.Another wordAnother sentence.I stop.Pause for a second.Check the timePanic grips meA deadline looms.A readthro…

There's a certain wantThat transfers itself into needPeople try to replace itBut nothing else fits.They want it so badlyIt burns in their mindsReplaci…

Great gaggling groups Of floppy haired youthsGather at monuments and street corners.The afraid avoid themTheir strange clothing intimidatesStories in…

Empty, grey, nightmarish landscape.The term bottomlessApplied to pocketsSeems a mockery of my situation.They are bottomlessBut empty.Desolation stretc…

Dreams racing around inside my head,Chasing tails with coloured lights.A dream of hope.A muse of anger.The colours flash and spark, merging into one.G…