a rush of blood to the cheek

'introduction' is hard to spell when you're drunk and i don't fancy meeting people then either.

The charm of a swallow tailed rock cod

Can you tell what I’m thinking? I’m trying on a new pair of pointy plastic pumps. They’re gold, the kinda gold that packs of thirty cigarettes used to have inside them. I wanted the futuristic silver ones instead but they were out of size fives.

It’s about a week and half later, I suspect it’s the wilting moth orchid that’s making me sneeze and it’s just about time that I get back to the question at hand.

“It’s the most arresting hue of pink. A terrifying luminous fish.”

easy now sad bastard

I admit to a momentary loss of beguiling powers.

oh blah di blah blah

Sit down, appreciate the irony.

"and you can be driving along a busy main road, listening to the most heart wrenching song, while your younger brother tells you that it was written for him and sitting down three months after your twenty seventh birthday sobbing coz you just kissed your ex boyfriend who never willingly earned that title and you think about the walks along Nyhavn the ciggs smoked by the blazing gust, the dirty talk in your local sushi bar and unexpectedly, although you always knew it would, your world flips upside down…"

no introduction needed

“I know it’s over”…
she knows it’s over… huge expectations…a fulfilment to an extent and it’s over…however hard she may try.

“oh mother I can feel, the soil falling over my head…” and into a empty bed she chooses to fall, accepting what has come of this…over…enough said.

“I know it’s over, still I cling, I don’t know what else it may bring, over… I know it’s over.

And it’s grey although a flame lights up and confusion reigns, song’s rhythm fades a certain love feigns and sorrow claims. Apparently that’s all it ever was.

Bare legs, empty head, wishing that the sea would take me, knowing that the knife would slit me...no reaction, shell refusing to cling…but I know it’s over, although in my heart it felt so real…

jeff

cheers james skelly

"morning calls, darkness draws
upon this day a shadow falls
silence walks through the halls

drop the anchor, lift my heart
from stem to stern i'm torn apart

silver moon silhouettes
in due time i will forget"

waiting for the heartaches

She stared in astonishment as her sweet banana split turned to a murky mass of bitter bile. It was soon after that the last piece exploded.