Lady Gaga was found dead near a nightclub.

Haiku.

Blues Song.

A poem about what really goes on in my head.

Sometimes people are more creative when they are slightly intoxicated.

A call out.

A very short story about an intoxicated vicar entering an off licence.

"In the evening,

the calm kill;

it is divine to feel at ease;

turned on by the carress

the elegant touch or brush of breeze,

and to remember;

without the hesistation brought by fear,

clarity brings temperate comfort;

eloquent to these ears."

I am feeling lonely and confused and stressed about some stuff so I worte this.

Who would have guessed that long walks on the beach could be dangerous?…