"Hell was born from scratched out words, words streaming from a poet's blackened heart, this poet was wearing high heels, all the better to stab you with."
she thought in explosions.
A poem about my home city, for the Write About Your City! competition.
A poem for the competition :)
Just a little poem I wrote in a ten minute car drive.
my competition entry for the 'write about your city'.
The Hunter Becomes The Hunted
Culture is evolved in tune with daily needs and Science is advanced in tune with the way of life in its practical knowledge.
Just poems...a collection