Rock bottom
Rock bottom A place for the forgotten It’s renown for being bleak Usually reserved for the lost and weak But I would disagree Rock bottom, Isn’t for the forgotten It’s
Rock bottom A place for the forgotten It’s renown for being bleak Usually reserved for the lost and weak But I would disagree Rock bottom, Isn’t for the forgotten It’s
I give up you won Playing with you stopped bring fun At first you played nice But you never named your price I couldn’t see it then
I don’t follow a god For me it just feels odd I believe there is a higher power But I’m not sure what it is? All I know
A True Story He called it love But it didn’t feel like love to her To the outside world He was the perfect guy It was like he could walk
I recently signed up for a project that Shelter is running. It’s part of World Homeless Day on the 10th of October. It has been years since I found myself
Facebook had just asked me – What’s on your mind, so i had a think about it… As I flicked through my memories, I realise such much has
Growing up on the Valley I was brought up on the Valley Back in the day when I was a scally I’m proud of mi working class roots And
It’s been with me for years, I could best describe shame as being unable to say what I really wanted to say, suffocated by other people’s opinions or expectations. Sometimes
Writing is my therapy, it’s my escape, a place to think, without interruption. Particularly lately what with the incessant negative news and views about society, COVID, BLM the economy,
50 Today Where the fuck has the time gone, Wrinkly old me I’m still the same bird Just a better version of the person I’ve always wanted to be