Poems are Pointless Fast, quick get pen to paper, Don’t hang around we won’t have the time later. Just write the words, anything will do, The beautiful of life is the chance to re-do. Words are meaningless so just throw them down, You’ll be a…

So now you look at me like you never knew How could you not? I speak the way I’ve always spoken  Dress and walk and posture the same  I saw the same affections as ever There has been no reason to question me, never  You…

shadows the in what's see you canOut of the corner of your eye you see them thereMirror the in dancing shapesThe shadows wait for us in the mirrorbeyond own our WorldLiving eternal, tied to the glassfound never is DeathLife is a reflection time to time…

Dissolve your heart’s intentions with the cruel ramblings of brave love. No one else will know its glory, but everyone will fall in its wake. Standing bold enough to erase the face of a watching god, I declare a black out upon the Sun! For…

Inside out How shall that be Like wearing all your organs On the sleeve Or putting all your pots and pans On the street Inside out Slice it open neatly In one swift stroke Turn it out and wear again This bloody coat Watch all…

Cigarette smoke, frenzied chitchats, Manchester folk in starched pillbox hats. Ash trays on tables and wise women’s fables, The glory of the caf’ in the amusement arcade, After works laugh, always time overstayed, Men in workers jeans stand at fruity machines Hookey Street plays on…

she breathed fires, when she’s confronted And her voracious devil mouth, Is fuming with venom. Don’t get close to her or you’ll end up redburnt and blistered skin. Nothing can stop her, she’s all knowing and always end up the winner. In every arguments she’s…

Stalking, insidious. Walking, meticulous. Crouch. Cheetah getting hungry, and ready. Gazelles look delicious. The last one started to go It was too late, slow, dull. Quite surprising, that those older gazelles sure can run. What a match, met and set No way to ever know…

My echoes called in on the way to yesterday I think the pretty little verses have gone and lost their way, if you find them hanging out, don’t let them stop and play, send them home immediately so l can rest today.   -s.j.duncan-  …

Say what you want, and speak your mind, be it the most hateful desire or vengeful act of crime. Even a selfish wish, as you yourself may find may be worth pursuing for the sake of this short time.