Here lies my poetry archive, a body of work which had the courage to break free from my notebooks.
Some short, some sweet, some sad and some stupid.

I hope you enjoy reading them, as much as I enjoyed writing them.

7 Sleeps
Whilst I Wait for Love to Come
Learn
Making Eyes
My Feelings Towards the Pigeon on the Bus
I Carry a Bomb
Outstanding
Doomsday
You Are Giving Up The Good Stuff
The Nightmare Before Moving
Bus Window
Adieu Sailor
Looking to Rent
Poetry Won't Pay the Bills
Satisfaction
Call Him by My Name
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