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 Ode to a Sailor Looking to Rent Poetry Won't Pay the Bills Satisfaction Call Him by My Name Explore Older Words