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 Explore Older Words